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Sudden glimpses flitting through
The dense foliage of the palm trees, Make me wonder how time flew And left you drained to the lees. I saw the obvious change surround you, Leaving you a poor copy of what you were. How time took its toll and I view Your sunshine: now reduced to a blur. Sometimes, when the rays filter past The green leaves encircling your heart, It’s foolish to believe anything will last. You probably think when to depart And leave the unsolved puzzles behind. The bitterness and the disillusion in your eyes, The nostalgia playing on your eclipsed mind. As the drooping palm heaves and sighs, The sights and sounds flash in and out, The horizontal lines crisscross; Much like your forehead wrinkled in doubt, While the palm murmurs its sense of loss. © Jaspreet Mann
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These hills are a witness to my love And these winds know your name. But if others ask you, just turn away, They would not want you to say That your powers permeated me And threw me on the threshold of mortality. These birds will whisper in my ears, Time will stand still, frozen in the years. I will die drugged with this opiate, But don’t let the wind debate That I longed for life in death And love poisoned my last breath. These hills have kept us apart, Barricading the matters of the heart. I saw you: a victim of language and light, Struggling to confront an unconvincing fight. But such is the sorrow of human frailty, Love blossoms in the arms of enmity! II You fought better than any man, Thwarting every conniving plan. The sabre spilled your rebellious blood, Your wounded horse fell in the mud, The man in me died that day When the soldier looked the other way. The most beautiful Oriental flower Lay crushed in the clockwork of the hour. Most brave and courageous of them all, Your divinity rose in your fall. I saw the fires engulf my life, My conscience burnt with rumours rife. Sometimes on dark stormy nights, Beyond the expanse of the aurora lights, I see your human form beckon to me. My uniform is hung, the man in me free, But dense clouds overcast my inside, I think about the stigma and decide to hide. © Jaspreet Mann |
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