by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
Your beauty meets a date,
Your open arms smell of freshly laid out
Do not ask me why I have fallen in love with
- a question
That needs no answer.
Your hair in the wind winnows merciless
And the wind knows how it feels to be
By rain trees of the night
Your beauty has a date
With me, falling all over you
As wet leaves in death 's quiet mourning.
Last updated May 25, 2012