LOVELIA- 50

O, all-devouring Death turn thy chariot

Have you not seen the blood-sucking leeches

Eating up the apple of life?

Chase them, seize them, carry them to Hell

Seize the beauty of flowers or the light of the sun

Take off the green leaves of the evergreen trees 

And make the world bereft of life-

I will have no objection.

Turn the day into night,

The seas into the plateau, 

Turn the green grass into seared yellow-

I’ll never feel woe. 

But not come to my Lovelia ere we leave

A track of ever-glorified love behind us. 0 0 0

(This poem ‘Lovelia-50’ originally belongs to the poetry book entitled Lovelia, a sequence of love poems by Menonim Menonimus)

Lovelia-50

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