In the temple of love,
she hovered around impatient,
frowned brows and pouted lips,
white veil floating behind
touching the holy ground,
the goddess of love
she waved her hand
the colors maroon, red and
the yellow in her heart
came to life and sprinted
across, colored the flowers,
with a sigh, she sat,
the sweetness of her love,
and the beauty of her cheek, mellow.
they know not how her being
cries for the prince,
her trembling lips,
her sweet hands, reaching out
for his lovely kiss
to taste the wine on his lips
in soft undertones she spoke
to the stone she picked from
the path, 'Have u seen him not? '
To the peacock passing by
said she, 'In the temple
of love when the prince
stopped, tired from the ride,
the water he quenched his
thirst with, pouring from
her hand, his eyes in hers,
traveling down to her lips,
then to her bosom, the
colors that then leaped
from his eyes, golden and
silver dashed across
the garden and colored
the springs and the fountains,
have you heard from him not? '
The temple he left
that night colored with
gold and silver
with his back to her
tearful eyes, he lives
in her dreams forever.
a sequel to poem 'Temple Of Love' by Poet Sadiqullah Khan
Reshma Ramesh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/temple-of-love-3/
