Sunday, January 30, 2011

WAXEN DOLL


In murky night and solitude, she came
Took shelter in my lap
With bated breath
Gloomy eyes, entangled hairs
Trembling body, throbbing heart.

In my arms, I took her
Drowsiness came in her eyes
And she relaxed.

I kissed her and felt that,
“That doll of wax”
Will melt down with my warmth breath.

1 comment:

  1. Very beautiful poem !
    I would like to melt in your warm breath...like your doll of wax !
    If you are such a touching hearts romantic poet, what can I do ?
    I express my sincere feelings coming to me from your thoughts
    in the poem ..

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