The Last Hour …

An evocative and poignant love poem, by Rajashree, exclusively for Different Truths.

Please don’t move away
Rather budge up to huddle together
The biting cold shall pass away
a while after.

Time now
that wicks in the lamp be incited
to burn with a raised flame
disseminating warmth undulated
The winter will be accelerated
And the chilled weather
Of course, will get evacuated

Just wipe out darkness
from under the eyelids
with the feeble light of the warming fire
Suck the body nectar
out of its glittering artistic attire.

Now, almost the dawn is nearing
The shamefaced north wind
has started atoning
What for then it changed the attitude
It is just to remove the pathos filled solitude.

Oh, my love!
It is now time to put off the lamp
Wish these splendid moments would be spent
In a tight embrace on our laps
The chilled atmosphere shall warm up
with the magnificent tepidity in close.
 
May the lamp now be turned off,
The dawn has set in
And the darkness is slowly receding ...

Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths