Bagawath Bhandari
Silence in thy beautiful soul is not the art of adoration,
For time shall be ours, strolling down the same direction.
Reminiscing bygone memories pricks the soul in a deeper way,
Yet this distance shall not end the emotions that sway.
Each passing moment throbs my aching soul with greater pain,
As emotions swirl in the tingling grasp of an unbreakable chain.
A rosy stem stands robust, adorned with a million thorns and a bloom,
Bright red, shining in the rain, untouched by the lustful moon.
Alas! It shall be a beautiful dream of distance and death,
Where emotions find asylum in thy sanctified breath.
Yet it shall be a nightmare of parting and the trance of pain,
For the wish of togetherness shall be our art of life, time and again.
An unknown language of adoration is scribbled across my verse,
And I shall keep writing thy name to the end of the universe.
In the flick of a moment, thy smile crosses a million miles in my heart—
Alas! It is but my imagination, burning me down to the earth.
Pardon my error, for I am but a budding poem,
Longing to bloom like a rose in the beauty of a holy hymn.
The distance between the rose and the earth shall not lead to separation,
For rose and earth elope eternally in their sanctified adoration.
