Basudev Paul
Jun 21, 2023

Maiden Love

Love is the sudden shower
Sweeter is its first blooms!

My whole being seemed to lag
Behind the rushing adrenaline.

Bright day turned to be its opposite.
Quick response throttled. I sighed!

I could feel its smell of wick, burnt-
Like the ruby petals dropped dead!

Her poignant euphony wintered in
I strove to survive the voice heard.

The mashed memory moans a-lone
Consuming so strong, I forsook all.

The woe wells up like the Icarian fall
All throes seemed to have been tost!