By Arundathi Krishna

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The roadlike reflection of moonlight on water.

my existence is in your benevolence.

the turbulence i comprise of and

the calm i pretend.

my gentle amore, your attraction

has never been bliss for me, and yet,

my existence is in your benevolence.

your efforts to get close

to my blue bosom go futile,

though you are the man,

the man with a hare

painted on your bare chest.

lately our affair has been

the talk of the town

and my beloved father might

look down on our love with a frown,

for he doesn’t understand that

my existence is in your benevolence.

but i know, every time  amphitrite sings her song forlorn

my love for you my chéri, is reborn.

i beg you to guide those brave sailors

who dare to cross me

with your heavenly halo.

the moment we meet might

only fall on the night

when hyacinths bloom in winter,

but i vow

to watch over the quills of every poet

who praises the legend of our love.