Nira’s Tale Of Love Xiii Poem by Tuna Biswal

Nira’s Tale of Love XIII

Arms those never perspired;
Charms that never inspired.

For Her, Youth was all about to be felt,
Needed experiences to be held.

Calm breeze chilled thy body of reverie;
She tried to seal thy nudity of memory.

A flying kite with out a string, searching the kiter.
Lying in the night, a lonely queen staring at the timer.

Again, to kill her passion she needed a liaison;
World appears vacuum, cheats her possessions.

Burn burn ashlessly to burn,
Turn turn shamelessly to burn.

Unkind time of cauvery;
Lost its lime of juvenary.

Her timer engulfed her like a lotus-eater;
Thanked memory prolong to janus suffer.