wove over our heads, <br />under that margosa tree, <br />in that june afternoon <br />outside <br />your Jyoti vihar hostel, <br />all the while drawing webs <br />on the fresh rain swept <br />earth <br />with your left <br />index finger, <br /> <br />still holds my love! <br /> <br />years have gone by, <br />seasons have <br />weather beaten <br />my madness for you <br />to mellowed sweetness, <br /> <br />still the tapestry holds, <br />sweet heart. <br /> <br />underneath though <br />you no longer share my space, <br />still the madness <br />for the silent <br />unspoken nah-nahs <br />unsettles me, <br /> <br />that mad afternoon, <br />our last meeting <br />under the magosa foliage, <br />is <br />a voting dot <br />on my finger tip, <br /> <br />the <br />Empress of my heart, <br /> <br />it is futile <br />to seek another <br />one. <br /> <br />..atp..27.03.2008.<br /><br />samyak jain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/e-the-tapestry-that-you/
