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Here’s a soulful love poem by Vatsala, for Different Truths.
Like an elegant knight
he softly holds my hand,
Lovingly, he imprints
protective kisses on my forehead
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
Sometimes I’m lost again in oblivion –
in some tinges of worries, all-grey
but his ardent kisses chase away
my mood swings, my illusion –
my insecure imagination
As we hold each other tight
we can see through our souls’ eyes
all the Gods in heaven smiling
and showering us with their divine blessings.
©Vatsala Radhakeesoon
Photo from the internet.
