Let us search, the one, <br />Who conspired against us <br />The urge of man himself to know or the god <br />The faintest, subtlest sign <br />May still be lying in the chain of time for us to trace <br />The pure duration felt on the palm <br />Of the beloved, when you touch <br />Or the longing to walk together holding hand in hand. <br />At the moment of your ascendance <br />You taste both the ephemeral and eternal. <br />O’ how strangely you escape in search of the one who conspired, <br />Filling us, the ephemeral’s with the quest of immortality <br />We faithfully, almost, blissfully taken into the call. <br />The worn out face of yours is too much <br /> for the hands of beloved to hold on. <br />Someone from some other time <br />well might dropp in, in whose heaving <br />Bosom you may hide, in delight.<br /><br />subodh pandey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-conspiracy-2/
