selfish
In your hearth a slow fire is burning.
She sits there like a starving man
with a hollow face looking at it.
“Storm will soon subside,” you have remarked
and let the words hang between you and her.
February still refuses to bloom
here in your part, in your garden.
She has observed the void reigning
at the place of dahlias she’s seen.
You follow the eyes, say,
“I am no selfish giant.”
And she may have said,
“Neither, you are the happy prince.”
You do not pretend to be happy.
Outside the storm intends to keep her
confined with you, her past,
suddenly thrown together;
here electric faults at the time of storm;
the forlorn candle flickers in hope
of dahlias to exchange places with void.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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"She sits there like starving man"
love this line
God Bless
Lovely poetry, Poddar!
May God Bless you and keep you closed to his Heart. In the name of JESUS.
Your words are magic, poet Kushal
The missing flowers and storm nicely set the mood.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Thanks.
The cold, unyielding, and stormy man has confined his lover while starving her of affection.
Anna del C.
Author of "The Silent Warrior Trilogy"
http://www.annadelc.com
Blessings and best wishes - S.
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
dear friend. Loved these words that flowed from your pen.
Hugs, Barbie