a poem by Raghunandan Ram, India

When I stretch
Distress of my Love
Amidst darks of night,
Barks of dogs,
Plans of wrong doers;
And the whistles of guards,
Came as ever she came
Groans, shivers & cries,
Refreshes our ties,
In my restless sighs,
Vanishes but reappears soon,
As she used to do
And signals to follow the path
Where she was robed & ruined
When going to the market
To buy a Valentine packet.
I feel her scathing
I hear her groaning,
But find myself faltering
How to buttress love?
From a butcher’s glove
And to shout loudly:
‘ Every beauty is a born mother
To rear the world together
In love, peace & joy.’

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