Sunday Poem By Sonali Chanda

Maples know our Love!

Those maples, cedars and even the birch,
Still are carrying the bruises ,
Once you delivered me with your great adore!

Still I can see them dropping, but green, covered with white cloak of snow,
What an intense love you once loved me, with all your anguish,
your lust for another woman bestowed on me like thunderbolts,
Did you ever turn towards me, to watch a while as me, ?

Each day I prayed joining my hands before my Lord,
Unaware even about your health,
Begging for your cure,
It flowed as hyms from me to my Lord,
Thinking of the day that you will be cured oneday!

From remote far, each day I remembered those days when you came much closer than I thought you could ever be close to any!
Oh, that was my biggest mistake,
You played with heart with your tricky sapio sexuality!

Was it too necessary for you to play with several hearts, playing with them only to please your sex?

Now you covered yourself within deep silence,
You’re wise enough, to get the fact that each heart understood your filthy playing!

In my corner, I’m still in my prayers, while I hear the bells in the church is ringing right in the evening!

Those prayers are also for you, for your well being!
Another name of Love is forgiveness,
If I can’t forgive you, how may I set my mind to love you?