MY FIRST POEM....FOR FRIENDS OF..'AAPKA FORUM'
That very promise which someone had made to me,
Like a cobra, stings me every night,
And I, in a kind of drunkenness....
Remain subdued all the time.
I had heard from some story teller,
In the valley of the Himalaya,
In a lonely forest...
There was a deserted temple,
In which a venomous virgin...
Had become a priestess of a deity.
A cobra used to sting her everyday,
And that priestess,in the rapture of that venom,
Used to remain in a trance all the time,
By the feet of her deity,
When the trance faded,
The cobra used to sting her again.
In the temple of my love....
Intoxicated, I remain all the time.
When the intoxication fades,
The serpent of promise, stings me again,
And after forgetting everything....
In the same intoxication of the promise,
I remain lying as yet,
By the feet of the goddess of my love.
-K-KHEYAL