The First Love-child
The First Love-child
Silent passions
Bloom slowly into
My new-born words
Drunk with the ecstasy
Of their own infant pain!
The nascent words
Melt in the entreating arms
Of your sudden smile
Relishing the warm abode
Of its throbbing bosom!
You fondle my words
With music of your voice
Weaving their limbs
Into notes of a dream-song
Celebrating the birth
Of our first love-child
Born out of a Virgin Union!
….Vishwas
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