A Poem

By Nandini Shelat

Like words embellished,

On a fine string of pearls,

Shinning under the sunlight,

Or the moon in the moment,

This is an enchantment.

Like the purest of all love,

And the passionate of them all,

Scorching under a fire,

This is something engraved on my heart.

A hot knife on a seething stab,

And the shrieks smothered,

The fear of losing,

Someone so precious,

This is all pain summarized.

The joys that intoxicate,

And the world transcends into a delirium,

The ecstasy is all I know,

Blissfully rest I forget.

This is all fine happiness fused.

All emotions in a play,

Of a faceless soul,

Who loves to write it all,

In a bewitching rhythm,

This is a poem.

By Nandini Shelat