Wandering soul-a poem by Rajababu
I wonder where this love came from,
I never fed it the logwoods of imagination;
For a fire to burn so brightly,
The sparks must’ve been smouldering,
In the dark, unattended recesses of my heart,
Buried under the pile of the
Leaves of academia, and
The tokenistic ritualism of religion;
For, when the confraglation started,
My heart burned with the desire for her,
A glowing fire, needing yet more heat!!
I wonder which emotion would cool it,
The wandering soul cannot burn itself for ever.