Okram Shakuntala
The Night never ends
Promises are made
Trust after trust
Hope becomes
The mountain
As high as the Himalayas
But the river
Of tears
Doesn't stop
Its flowing
You always say
To trust
And to hope
But the unmade
And unseen love
Beyond the sex
Beyond the desire
Beyond the talk of lips
Beyond the talk of your eyes
Beyond the rythm of your breasts
Beyond the trembling of your chest
Beyond the ritual of marriage
Beyond the sacrifice in fire
Beyond the receiving of hand
Beyond the offering of vermilion
Beyond the offering of bangles
Beyond the offering of Garland
You stole my heart
At the time
Quite unknown
But it is only you
For I use the pen
To tell my heart's voice
In many verses
That have garlanded you
My sweetest heart
Crossing all the limits
Of the society
All all human relations
©Dr.Okram Shakuntala
