The Last Embrace

From unbearable distance
she looked upon me,
with a blushing smile,
with a haunt in her eyes,

she ran like a thirsty doe,
to reach me, to feel me,
she embraced me tightly
in her unfolded beautiful arms,

she kissed my eyes softly,
she kissed my forehead gently ,
she kissed my lips narrowly,
but my cheeks rapidly,

I felt as if she has gone crazy,
I noticed as if has gone mad,
with closed eyes she rested
her head upon my chest,

I felt her short of breath,
I felt her sobbing and sighs,
I felt the fragrance her body,
I felt the touch of her bosoms,

I knew , she was sobbing and
her tears struggling to burst,
but was posing if she was brave,
hence controlled over rolling tears,

my adoring eyes could see
the raining drops behind her eyelids,
I wished if she could weep freely
to wash out her old and frozen tears,

I just rubbed her back, to make
her feel, the warmth of my body,
the warmth of my chest,
but she did not respond my touch,

I felt, she has loosened her arms,
to make me feel free and easy, but from
her breath, I found, I have lost her,
but before leaving, she could enjoy the last embrace ….

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Savi Mani
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oh how painful “The Last embrace” could be knowing the object of your love is never to be seen never to be felt again……felt the pain depicted in the poem……touched my heart your poem…….

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