A POEM BY
KUMAR AMBAYIRAM
of Lovemaking
in the hands of Nature
go climbing.
She disowned by her husband being on one side
And he leaving his family being on another side
The mount go around them and continue ascending
Offering their garbs to those hook-thorns
that pull them backward implying
that this mount wouldn’t be the right place for them
to hold each other in their hands
with passion unleashed
and offering the ornaments to the
‘Ilanji’ tree
And to the hillocks that couldn’t walk
their footwear
With the ‘Nirvana’ so gained
the two reach their own peaks
In nearness that couldn’t be touched
She
And He in a distance beyond call
The Ilandhai tree observes
That the one who has scaled the peak of Kona Hills
is the one who has not set foot on it; nor ever will.
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