True Love, at Last!

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Here’s a love by Vatsala, for .

Like an elegant knight
he softly holds my hand,
Lovingly, he imprints
protective kisses on my

In contrast to my past-
Scars and bruises
left by mechanical love,
all this is so different

I touch the tropical greenness,
O my God! This is real,
On his chest my head rests
In his strong arms deep love swirls

I’m lost again in oblivion –
in some tinges of worries, all-grey
but his ardent kisses chase away
my , my illusion –
my insecure imagination

As we hold each other tight
we can see through our ’ eyes
all the Gods in smiling
and showering us with their divine blessings.

©Vatsala Radhakeesoon

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Vatsala Radhakeesoon

Vatsala Radhakeesoon

Born in Mauritus, in1977, Vatsala Radhakeesoon has had a keen interest in poetry writing since a very young age. Her poems have been featured in local and international newspapers, magazines, journals and anthologies. Her first poetry book ‘When Solitude Speaks’ was published in 2013 on the approval of the Ministry of Arts and Culture (Mauritius). She is currently self-employed and continues to write poems in English, French, Kreol and Hindi.
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