NEHA BHANDARKAR
Send me,
Audaciously send me,
A trug of roses
And also send me,
Their fragrance
Through O’phone………
Take me
In your arms
In this global scenario
Of intrinsic internet,
And delicately tuck in
A gorgeous
Genuine fresh flower chaplet
Of Spanish Cherry
In my hair………
I would perceive
Your emotions
Invaluable than ornaments
But would you really
Fathom the depth
And perimeter of my
Intense feelings?
Agreed ssssssss………….
You would even give me
The rainbowy horizon
But would your vision
Trace out the horizon
That I do wish for?
The blood akine
Spiritual energy
Doesn’t ever let
Gain a peace
The active volcano
Dwelling inside me…………
I too,
See countless dreams
Obsessed to objectives
As never ending
Numerous dormant wishes
Keep simmering
Like the molten lava.
Would you be able
To bloom this
Dried, lifeless
Corporal flower?
Would you be able to enliven
My inanimate appearance?
Would you be able
To fill colours
In this sculpture
As once did Pygmalion?
Agreed sssssssss………
The night blooming
And blossoming
With your touch
Emanates sandalwood fragnance
All through my senses,
As a love-light
Keeps lighting
Alike gleam of fireflies
In our love shrine………….
O dear, flowers are reborn
Through pollination,
So flowers also
Agree to the tenets
Of nature…
Isn’t it?
Intrusion of
Every nector sucking
Bumble bees
Who crush the Body-flower
Is denied by the helpless
Wretched flowers !…..
Alas ! Even a single
Sunbeam is all enough
To wither them up……….
……Huh !
And you insist
To revital
The withered flowers?
Isn’t it better that
Man learns not to let
The flowers wither?
Then at least
Man could proudly say
“I care you
Like the eternal flowers”
And of course dear,
When you learn caring me forever
I would yearn
Just not for this virtual
Trug of flowers
But a chaplet made of
Fresh Spanish Cherry
Yesssssssssss……..
Every day,
Every single day, my dear………….
©NEHA BHANDARKAR
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