What Is The Meaning Of His Love?

Shantha Teldeniya

What is the meaning his love?

                                                  by  SHANTHA  TELDENIYA

Hand in hand, we walked through the land.
The trembling fingers danced on the palm. 
First, I found the roughness in his hand.
No, I couldn't find the meaning of his love.

 

Hand in hand, we walked through the land.
The thirsty lips touched my cheeks.
First, I found the roughness in his face.
No, I couldn't find the meaning of his love.

 

Hand in hand, we walked through the land.
The flattering fingers danced on my breast.
First, I found the mildness in his hand.
No, I couldn't find the meaning of his love.

 

Hand in hand, we walked through the land. 
The planning wanted a date with the man.
First, I found the pleasing in his face.
No, I couldn't find the meaning of his love.

 

Hand in hand, we walked through the land. 
The planning canceled a date with the man.
First, I found the sharpness of his tongue.
No, I couldn't find the meaning of his love.

 

Hand in hand, ones walked with a girl.
The smiling face kissed the giggling girl.
 I found it's my ex-boyfriend.
No, I couldn't find the meaning of his love.

 

Shantha Teldeniya

  • Author: Shantha Teldeniya (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 26th, 2021 14:07
  • Category: Love
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  • jayatissa

    A nice thought! it is just like the early age of the affair. Not all early age affairs are broken away. Here, the writer has overlooked it. I think that is where the specialty of this poem.

    • Shantha Teldeniya

      Thank you! for your comment. Many lovers think love is only a physical relationship. But some girls in Asian countries like Sri Lanka try to select their boyfriend with some qualities beyond a physical bond and expect a mental or inner relationship between them.That is the reason for writing this poem. Love is not worldly but heavenly.



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