ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON

If I bloom not in this love of ours,

May it be that I die from it,

Paining and suffering

As one lost in a desert would

Scarred by the sun during the day

And all icy by night!

I seek you

As leaves seek the freshness of dew

Early at dawn

I seek you

As the poetess who needs your essence

Merely to keep on living!

I seek you,

As would humans seek their God

In moments of deep agony

Or discomfort!

Pray, I remain yours to break into pieces

I remain yours to ‘torture’

Yours, to paint, on the canvas of your bed

As you would have me bleed

Of that purity which I have kept for you

As it was willed by the skies themselves!

I remain in love

Even if I am shredded into pieces

I remain in love

Pining, patient in my pain

For your healing over me!