osho
09-01-2011, 07:28 AM
She has a crush on me
I know it is one-sided
I know it will become costly
I know it will disrepute me
I know it has not grown naturally
I melted like a snowball in her hot blue eyes
She grabbed and clutched me and changed me into a plaything
It is unphysical, yet I thawed
My maleness submerged before the heat of femininity
I thought and thought to stand firmly like a mountain
The crush of her lusty eyes is hammering on my yielding spirit
I know it will pass like Irene Hurricane
I know it will vanish like morning dewdrops
I know she is too delicate to damage me
I know it is her nature that wants something
I know nature has made her incomplete without me
She knows it things cannot last long of this nature
She knows I am lovelorn
It will fleet like the mark of the wind in a sandy desert
Finally I realize I am the sky and she is the earth
If I do not fall like raindrops she cannot fertilize and fructify
I chose to be in her grip
The earth got soaked for regeneration
I am not a poet though I always loved to be one. I have read plenty of poems and yet I never wrote one. Somebody urged me to write a poem of my own and with some dedication to that inspiring person I have written this.
I know this poem is written by an unripe poet and it lacks the craft necessary for poetry. I will be happy to read your comments
I know it is one-sided
I know it will become costly
I know it will disrepute me
I know it has not grown naturally
I melted like a snowball in her hot blue eyes
She grabbed and clutched me and changed me into a plaything
It is unphysical, yet I thawed
My maleness submerged before the heat of femininity
I thought and thought to stand firmly like a mountain
The crush of her lusty eyes is hammering on my yielding spirit
I know it will pass like Irene Hurricane
I know it will vanish like morning dewdrops
I know she is too delicate to damage me
I know it is her nature that wants something
I know nature has made her incomplete without me
She knows it things cannot last long of this nature
She knows I am lovelorn
It will fleet like the mark of the wind in a sandy desert
Finally I realize I am the sky and she is the earth
If I do not fall like raindrops she cannot fertilize and fructify
I chose to be in her grip
The earth got soaked for regeneration
I am not a poet though I always loved to be one. I have read plenty of poems and yet I never wrote one. Somebody urged me to write a poem of my own and with some dedication to that inspiring person I have written this.
I know this poem is written by an unripe poet and it lacks the craft necessary for poetry. I will be happy to read your comments