How pulchritudinous you look
When you get lugubrious!
Like in some place, pink with beauty, around old ruins
The intoxicating moon perambulates.
You cover your beautiful face with a veil
Like the descending sun hides itself behind the veil of clouds:
Or a ray of light, tired with a day’s journey,
Sleeps with her wings withdrawn.
Two mellifluous sad eyes can keep two lost passers-by in them.
How pulchritudinous you look
When you are lugubrious!!
Cheeks washed with the salty droplets,
Arid dishevelled hair,
With some golden hue,
Like the rays of silk, dropping from the sky one after another.
On thy succulent sweet lips there is a thirst lurking.
How pulchritudinous you look
When you are lugubrious!!!
Descending the stairs of waves,
The beauty itself whispers in your ear- “what hath happened to thee?
Why the corners of thine eyes are suppressing so much moisture?
Why thy lips art betraying a smile, why?”
Darling, how pulchritudinous you look
Like in some place, pink with beauty, around old ruins
The intoxicating moon perambulates.
Your’s truly,
AVINASH RANJAN......
i think this is the best love poem ever written by any one. vidya
ReplyDeleteIndeed it's one...!! Good job! How beautiful you write even when you are 'lugubrious' :)
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