Who is His Beloved

Priya Tomar

I wondered alone in wild

No knowledge - like a tender child

Lovingly, he held me in his arms

And I surrendered to his charm

 

He softly touched my soul

His eyes- like a wine filled bowl

I drank from them through silent nights

And lost my senses and sights

 

A storm broke the palace's peace

With an innocent noise, a tone laced with grief

A gentle voice , soft as petal bed

Whispered - " I am his beloved"

                            — Priya Tomar

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    A story in itself this could also be a metaphor for the loss of innocence. Nicely done

  • Poetic Licence

    Nicely written write, I get the feeling of the loss of innocence in the write and regret afterwards, well expressed

  • Aman 12

    The ache of loving a heart already claimed... beautifully captured

  • jim56

    love this nice words nice flow
    you have a talent there keep writing



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