YES MY LOVE

Your love the beauty of the sparkling stream Your love the beauty of the sparkling stream run down south where we first met ,there watched the ants in procession on the creeper and you asked that silly question.. how they know their pair when they rest? The spider swinging in the breeze the love birds resting at a height in pairs a Sunday that spring while my head rested in your lap sitting under that huge mango tree playing with a stray hair you found gray I promised you never to be away ,my love. Those days when you were with me Those moments we shared , in your moms place Those green hills and chirping of the cuckoos Which I loved more than thousand operas Since you were with me to hold and talk While those parrots in group savaged the berries you pampered our love in your womb and I kissed it and promised let the sun be down from its root you belong to me and mine alone for all those years of my search found your heart hidden from the crowd just that I would own my precious one. When did the cuckoos fly and stream dried? I am alone dear, the vagaries of fate unknown Will the spring be ours again, I live waiting for the berries to blossom