For my liberal offerings to you

My best years of youth,pass in abberations

I think of love and life's solemn offerings

Intonated with blissful ease

My dreams from delectation tend to rise.

The dreary nights hunt material desires

With summer the devotion grows fragile

And yet as virtues of promised land

my love stands inconceivable.

And then I waver between past and future

Carrying the hopes of orphans

I think of how detested this world is

And how much care my enervated eyes still have to offer.

I wonder at my innocence

and laugh on my altruistic offerings

But why mourn,

I shall not keep a woman in my heart again.

Reviews

[patricia]

I will come back to review the mirroring in this poem another time when I have a better perspective of it. Nice write.

[InsanityWriter]

Well done. :)

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

I can feel life maturing you, I loved this line:

my love stands inconceivable.

It seems too there is an understanding of the "Lila" of life, the divine play and humour in all personal events. I wish you the best in writing and life as always...

[Balkaran Sidhu]

thank you sir :) always good to have you reviewing my poems...

[Angeldust-magic]

Good job

[beautiful dreamer]

awww :( don't give up!

[Dayran]

You're absolutely right. The way to a woman's heart may be to relate to her.

[stephen dillon]

incredible wording

[quinfinn]

so deliciously worded and eloquently written, this prose is beautiful and impressive. your talents are showing, dear poet.

[Blue Ivory]

Yep, we all reach that point in our lives, where we're negative, but telling ourselves how strong we are, trying to get our dignity back. It's that point where you're getting over the shock of having fallen. Powerful poetry!

[Manpreet]

Nice write.

[Balkaran Sidhu]

thank :)