Tender Emotions

Silence.... your frigid silence...

Similar to glacial snow, it wraps and freezes

Moulding me to an icy statuette;

Reticence.... your scorching reticence...

Akin to funeral fire, it burns and devours

Incinerating me like a blazing effigy;

My plight is that of a juvenile relict

Victimized for ferocious self immolation

Sati - on the pyre of the old groom;

Yet my heart loves to chant your name

Conscience rollicks in hilarious reflections

Making this Sivarathri also unique .

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