To My Beloved Poem by DEVENDER SINGH

To My Beloved
Till noon, there was lots of heat,
And unbearable sultry.
Ooh! I endured your absence,
And even the trees stood by me.
Didn’t you notice them
Standing bowed to welcome you?
How quiet and still! They remain.
In the afternoon,
Perhaps you felt my anguish
When I stood on a hill
Waiting for a blow of air
To send you my message.
Only then, you appeared
Out of the distant western horizon.
Within a few minutes,
You shaped up, approached,
And quickly spread over me.
Like an estranged beloved,
You embraced me
And hid me under the cover of
Your thick, long, black hair.
I kept looking at you without blinking
My arid eyes.
Meanwhile you showered down on me
To gratify my estranged, burnt out soul.
You sobbed, and gushed out on me
With cool streams of the nectar

That touched, drenched me, and quenched
My age-old thirst.
Ah! The embrace of beloved.
The desert of my body and soul
Kept swallowing that ecstasy
By shutting my eyes quite close.
Our union and romance
For around one and half hours
Signaled for creativity.
Every ambrosial drop
That fell on the vast desert of
My body and soul
Was sucked up immediately,
And through my veins, sent to the empty corner of my heart.
O Rain! My beloved. You have departed,
But you made my in and outside fertile.
Our union has proved meaningful, O Rain!
Every word of this poem is the drop
That has overflowed from
The Urn of Nectar in my heart.
I have become a producer.
O My Beloved! My barren land has turned into a creator.