Of Love Poem by yesk nair

The garlands you made
With the flowers of melancholy
Are for whom to adore?
Is it to the deity of silence?
Rather to veil thy throbbing desires!
Thy heart loves me I know,
But your pride – I don’t know
Once I climbed
Up to the low lands of thy lips
But your pride deprived
That eternal moment
Still your heart wants to convey
Something to mine
Why are you keeping it in fetters?
The distance between thy prides
And my humility is from thy
Body to soul and thy body
To the grave yard!
Our destinations are same
Though ways are different
Before we reach there
I invade thy pride
Thy shores of silence
Will be my ripples of love
You enter through the ripples-
In that world of inexplicability
I’ll abandoned you to flow
Through generations hearts
To teach them Love-
an inseparable weakness.