In the temple of love, <br />she hovered around impatient, <br />frowned brows and pouted lips, <br />white veil floating behind <br />touching the holy ground, <br />the goddess of love <br />she waved her hand <br />the colors maroon, red and <br />the yellow in her heart <br />came to life and sprinted <br />across, colored the flowers, <br />with a sigh, she sat, <br />the sweetness of her love, <br /> and the beauty of her cheek, mellow. <br /> <br />they know not how her being <br />cries for the prince, <br />her trembling lips, <br />her sweet hands, reaching out <br />for his lovely kiss <br />to taste the wine on his lips <br />in soft undertones she spoke <br />to the stone she picked from <br />the path, 'Have u seen him not? ' <br /> <br />To the peacock passing by <br />said she, 'In the temple <br />of love when the prince <br />stopped, tired from the ride, <br />the water he quenched his <br />thirst with, pouring from <br />her hand, his eyes in hers, <br />traveling down to her lips, <br />then to her bosom, the <br />colors that then leaped <br />from his eyes, golden and <br />silver dashed across <br />the garden and colored <br />the springs and the fountains, <br />have you heard from him not? ' <br /> <br />The temple he left <br />that night colored with <br />gold and silver <br />with his back to her <br />tearful eyes, he lives <br />in her dreams forever. <br /> <br />a sequel to poem 'Temple Of Love' by Poet Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />Reshma Ramesh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/temple-of-love-3/
