Confession
Not knowing
That even stones would flower,
Boulders would bloom the florets of patience
And winds would bear the fruits of time
In love…
Not knowing that ice burns
And fire flows in the green meadows
When doubts are let to ripen
In love…
Not knowing my dreams have wings
My hopes like feathers one day would fly
And I
But, would be a bird waxed of torments
Whose cravings for you lay asphyxiated
In love…
Not knowing that my silence
One day would rather swim with the tides
Of heart’s choking flames than hazily freeze
In the crazy cushion of its selfishness…
In love…
Not knowing my reluctant heart would
Someday profusely bleed smokes of ignorance;
Bountifully bleed currents of love for you
In the maelstroms and shivers of wintry night hours,
And plenteously heave the streams of love for you
In the blazing dog-days of scorching summer
In love…
I endured to be so oblivious of this stark fact-
I endured to be so oblivious of this pinning truth-
That I’m in love with you
And will always be.
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Dom Kafley is an amateur poet originally writing
poetry in English and resides in Adelaide, South Australia. Born in Bhutan and
brought up in Nepal, he is preparing to call Australia his home. An avid
reader, travel bug and literature enthusiast by nature, he is pursuing civil
engineering and can be reached at dnkafley@gmail.com.
