Sons and Daughters

Sons and Daughters

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Drums alone, griefing without sound,

Violins alone , morning without a tune,

Flutes alone, its bamboo stick,

Coupling hands, yet to be given.

 

An amazing song, in remembrance,

Sizzling lure, in eyes vigilance,

Naval and ear drums, jumps in whistle,

Its romantic, sensing you in me.

What a lure, a song amazing,

What a rhythm, a bit throbbing,

You and me together, a joy of being,

Who is around that, I am expecting. 

Tongues and leaps without meeting,

Eyes, and a body without submitting,

Lure and bits, a song composing,

Devine union without both being?

Waiting thy light flashing on our love,

Angles to sing in our celebration,

Waiting without sin being virgin and spinster,

Thy wisdom says, my heart's sons and daughters.

DWIT DAVID PHILIP

Bhawanipatna

Kalahandi, Odisha, India