I think of you in utter anger
Still holding onto my calm
I had held you in immense love
But you caused me only harm
Feeling you always in my hand
O fair one, my lips you kissed,
Losing myself setting you afire,
All your guile how I missed?
Weaving a wily magic each time
As if to free me from some strife
Holding me in your evil spell
You almost took away my life.
I left you never to again think of you
Buried you like treasure under sands
Yet you make me long for you
When I see you in others’ hands.
Venkatesh Kumar © 2012
09.06.2012
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