Why I need your love?

Don’t ask me to explain why I need your love,
a parched soul,
in the search of that oasis
even the slightest glance of you
quenches my heart

Don’t ask me to explain why I need your love,
a wild deer,
galloping in the thicket of the forest
seeking fervently
for that musk
seeded within his soul
a lovers’ nest

Don’t ask me to explain why I need your love,
a river,
gushing and roaring
down the valleys
imbued with the thirst
of merging in the ocean
from where it emerges
a place for shedding off the burden and rest

Don’t ask me to explain why I need your love
a parched and hungry quill,
ready to spread  on that yellow papyrus
wanting to create that visceral image
of that unspoken desires
before it strangles itself
and die an untimely death

Don’t ask me to explain why I need your love,
a flower,
wallowing in the return of her bee
ready to surrender her fragrance
her nectar
to be morphed into the
eternal elixir
to be carried too far away lands
to land in the combs of her lover’s nest

Don’t ask me to explain why I need your love
My heart needs,
my soul does.

—Megha

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