Love is unquenched; <br />Life remains a thirst; <br />She’s the story in between, <br />A story quivering to be told. <br /> <br />She awaits him every night; <br />Last aberration she hopes. <br />At the banquet she seats herself, <br />Nakaab on and not a word. <br />At wee hours of the day, <br />His scrambling feet wake her <br />To clear the stale food. <br /> <br />With swollen eyes and laden heart, <br />She picks herself up for the day. <br />Absorbs pain by the night, <br />Only to bathe in it by the day; <br />Like the desert standing the sun, <br />To sleep under the moon’s chill. <br /> <br />All she was she surrendered him; <br />He too held back nothing, <br />When their bodies chanced to meet. <br />To ash she’d go for him, <br />But her heart desired for more of him. <br />He craved more of everything. <br /> <br />Her love will always be unquenched, <br />And her life an unfinished story.<br /><br />Saju Abraham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unquenched-love/
