Thus Spake A Soldier To His Mistress.. Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

I shall write you a letter first,
A kind and long one chanting my love
I shall then ring you a long distance call
It will whisper words of love into your ears keen
And its cry will be like thunders roaring.

I shall walk in the desert of deserts next,
It is of seven dead forests of terrains low
I shall crawl across its dirt and despair in all
I shall dug for me a tunnel with a fear in wane
And it will pierce through your maiden floor falling.

Soon I shall roll down your limbless soft bed lest
I should sway in the waves of the sea of your love
I can promise to buy you a singing bird in a tree tall
And you will know you're the one I adore in vain
When I leave you to fight a war of nerves burning.

When every leaf has fallen from the tree last
A lemon fruit will be left for me by it below
And far into the sun`s silent spheres never small
The bird may have gone to sing no more again.
But we shall meet somewhere beyond the skies soothing!