SHE BECKONS ME
She beckons me from the distant shore
I die to be one with my severed half;
She is glorious, she is mute,
Making me a fool, treading a deadly course.
My eyes don’t reach her, useless empty balls,
My words can’t soothen her, a lifeless futile tongue;
Even my mighty mind which rounds the rotten globe,
Fails to contact her, in her chamber closeted.
Beauteous even beyond that which is untold,
such is my sweetie, differing from what ev’r known;
What is this curse that keeps us ever apart,
Which ev’r Durvasa spied her in her dreams?
Dr. Karickam
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