I never gave her anklets So her foot steps don't make music I never gave her bangles So her wrists don't jingle melodies I never gave her sarees So her midriff is always covered I never gave her jasmine So her hair smells only of shampoo But I wrote her poems of love And worshiped her as my own goddess Kunju, I haven't given you everything I wanted But my heart and soul hang from your ears Like the earrings I never gave you Kissing your cheeks Following the sways of your steps Oct 7, 2014
A collection of poetry.