Oh my dear, my only love,
Why so calm art thou?
Hath the merciless winter wind,
Snatched from thee thy tender soul?
Alas, thine eyes like stars once,
Hath now ceased to sparkle,
Still, the mystery lies deeper down,
Sprung from where all thy marvels.
Hours and hours I see thee,
Glaring all those stiff vines,
My heart sinks wide and deep,
Mourning at thy bygone smile.
I bow to thy only god,
For all that glory is from thee,
Else my heart takes no divine,
For thy grace fills all of me.
(The poem ‘My Love’ is based on the author’s nostalgic recollection of a lady from his schooldays. Author Sharma can be accessed at email@example.com)