There are so many alleys in your heart
Traversed by so many women
Leaving footprints to qualify their genre,
Their intensity and authenticity,
Sometimes with desires wild,untamed,
The verdant hills damaged
And the roses crumpled,
Yet, I came like a gentle breeze,
Pregnant with love
And In all silence,
I traveled in those alleys
Virgin, untouched,
And with passion of Christ,
Created love eternal and immortal.
pramila khadun
What a beautiful poem! A spontaneous flow of apt images as the poem moves from the temporal to the spiritual.
Thanks dear Vijay for this great comment, I love it.
A splendidly well crafted and delightfully nuanced poem
Thanks my dear friend Louis for this beautifully encouraging comment.