Thursday, March 10, 2005


She just posed a question
As why have attachments
If all they lead to is pain,
About vanity of love
If only it binds and chains.
Her face is radiant,
Smile obscure, eyes sad,
Dress saffron with blue vignettes.
The mole on her right cheek
Often in so many ways speak
Of the womanhood she epitomizes.
I sit here in silence,
I have nothing to say.
I wish the moment could stay
And she’d understand
Often men find salvation
In such pain.

©Dan Husain
31st October 2001

1 comment:

Jyotsna said...

Do they really find salvation in such pain?? I wonder ...
love beautifully expressed here!