To The Swan By Leda Poem by mohanan viswambharan Nair

Oh! , Swan,

That gently comes into my dream,
Are you not a mighty God?
Fadeaway is not my dream.
What improper you desired of me?
A drop of love into my jovial heart.
Play with my learned friends,
Swim and not be tired in this mountain spring.
Seek the ruby in the dirt,
Wear it on the crown of zeal.
Bearing the dew upon feathers,
Rub against the soft petals of water lilies.
Tell love stories, winking thro' corner of eyes.
Draw pictures on my skin, with hues of warmth.
Rid of your sins, pouring love into me.
Slowly weave the fabric of soft words,
Put it upon the nakedness of my body.
Not to go away leaving me here,
Like the moon parting the night.
I know your mind is full of lust,
And hard to go ahead without me.
Even if, you move off scaring of law*.
Not far, will feel my fervour, oh! Lured bird.
Shall I stand here simply looking at you?
Not to go away without my love,
As you had not known me as a woman?


Mohanan. V.Nair

*New feminine laws of the world