Anew

From the womb, the two rose,
Different ones,cords trim.

A decade's wish,comes anew,
It was his time to continue.

Unadulterated pleasure and sounds of joyful moaning,
Like a bird during it's first flight.

She rose like the sun,flew like a star,
Twas midnight lit by the moon.

Like a hundred rocks on her body it seemed,
Senses of foreboding,falsified by his presence.

Winter passed and it was spring,
Expired foliage substituted by fresh blossoms.

An ice sword run through her body,
Joy? Pain? He did not know.

Shivers followed by smiles,
The mercury was rising.

The breeze blew her hair,
Over his sleepy visage.

A year later.....

From the womb,the two rose,
Different ones,cords trim.

Reviews

[Riddhi]

A nice poem....this poem touched my soul...as a writer you have the quality to put down on paper in a very intelligent manner which comes out directly from your heart and this quality helps your reader to find an unflinching interest in your poems....Never do leave writing...
Eager to read your next writing....
Keep on writing and thanks for sharing...
Riddhi