Husband is of age eighteen <br />Wife is below teen <br />Shiva like handsome hero <br />Waits for his beloved to bloom <br /> <br />Still she plays with little girls <br />Attending mother with chores <br />Attracted by the colors of earth <br />She knows not his closer breath <br /> <br />When a bud blooms <br />Who calls a bee? <br />When she becomes youth <br />Won’t he come to fuse? <br /> <br />I understand You are my Lord <br />I see many changes in me <br />In plays I have no more interest <br />Nights my eyes don’t rest <br />Earthly relations don’t have taste <br />Heart is pierced by separation <br />Devotion to You and aversion on earth <br />Grows more heavily as breasts of youth <br />Lord don’t make my life barren <br />Come soon to take me to join <br />Your chest eternally wide <br />And to keep me at Your side<br /><br />Raman Savithiri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/688-if-a-bud-blooms-251109/
