The Eternal Romantic Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair
The Eternal Romantic
When I was young
Bloody hot-blooded
I fancied there could be
An eternal kiss
In an endless embrace
Then they called me
An indefatigable romantic
Later when my beard greyed
I knew eternal anything can't be
Everything that had begun
Had to end in vain
In vagrant time on endless run
Then they called me
A sophic akin to Socrates
Ah me, they didn't know
I remained still a romantic
For then I was in love
Not with fleshy lips alone
But with roaches even
I am a romantic
Endless that I am
Holding everything
Kiss, roach, touch and lips
Close to my chest
In an eternal clasp
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4/24/2024 5:17:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Then they called me An indefatigable romantic ......................................... ..................................... Then they called me A sophic akin to Socrates As we mature in age, our initial impressions change! Still the cardinal likes and preferences remain in us deep rooted! The urge for love is there embedded in each man! So also the desire to relax with a booze or a puff or something else! This ability to remain romantic shows that you are a person with a real zest for life! A philosophic write with a touch of humour!