Beneath the outgrowth <br />Of tender leaves of the fully <br />Blossomed ketaki tree, <br />She clasps the grass blades <br />Of her waning hope, <br />Incarcerated by the mildly <br />Fragranced winds. <br /> <br />His warm thoughts ripen <br />Another desire, that clings <br />To her wilting compassion <br />On a frost clinched morning <br />Of bedecked hemantha, <br />Quivering sensuously to the touch <br />Of her cold trinkets <br />She reaches with her bare palm <br />For the early dew that fell with all gentleness. <br /> <br /> <br />Alone in the dwindling <br />Towers of monarchy <br />He utters with unbearable <br />Pain the last words <br />Of consummately penned prose <br />Obliging the gloomy silence <br />For the first time <br /> <br />When the mutely vibrating chords <br />Caught breath and voiced <br />Her name on his trembling lips <br />For once hope peered past the mists <br />His heart ached with love <br />As he ran his fingers on the verse <br />That seems to bridge his love <br />By another pebble <br />Dropped devotedly by the words of no consequence<br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-season-between/
