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Hi,Guys.This is another poem i had written for samaina.I was little apprehensive of posting this poem because i wrote it in metaphysical set of mind.It is a little bit complex and metaphorical.Do read it and tell how it is through the comments.😊
TREE BELOVED OF MOUNTAIN STREAM
HE was harsh and untethered,
Scouring through the music of the lost domain,
He bickered on nameless mountain ranges,
in search of calmness and serenity,
lurking in soul of unhinged fringes
SHE was the not so beautiful tree,
In the forest of ivory,
Covered with unseen injuries,
Seamlessly ravished with painful memories
But she never stopped smiling,
Threw uncountable paintings of bright sun,
And homely warmth like a nun,
Upon her loved ones
But yet she desired for more,
Flawless in her pursuit,
Yet desired to be flawed,
She wanted something more passionate,
Wanted something more raw
In a petite brawl of fate,
they found each other slayed,
by the purple haze,
of uncouth charm,
of their reflected states
And now her broken twigs,
and pollen leaves,
Swims in the branches,
Of his desire,
they tether his flow,
leaving him frenzied with fire
And while I narrate their love story,
My eyes glisten with tears of joy,
tainted with eternal sadness and truth,
the tree beloved melodiously crooned,
to the sweet music of the mountain stream
HE was harsh and untethered,
Scouring through the music of the lost domain,
He bickered on nameless mountain ranges,
in search of calmness and serenity,
lurking in soul of unhinged fringes
SHE was the not so beautiful tree,
In the forest of ivory,
Covered with unseen injuries,
Seamlessly ravished with painful memories
But she never stopped smiling,
Threw uncountable paintings of bright sun,
And homely warmth like a nun,
Upon her loved ones
But yet she desired for more,
Flawless in her pursuit,
Yet desired to be flawed,
She wanted something more passionate,
Wanted something more raw
In a petite brawl of fate,
they found each other slayed,
by the purple haze,
of uncouth charm,
of their reflected states
And now her broken twigs,
and pollen leaves,
Swims in the branches,
Of his desire,
they tether his flow,
leaving him frenzied with fire
And while I narrate their love story,
My eyes glisten with tears of joy,
tainted with eternal sadness and truth,
the tree beloved melodiously crooned,
to the sweet music of the mountain stream
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