Paper-Boat

Little by little, you extract my blood
Into countless vials that wildly flood
The air that I breathe, sights that my eyes read,
You make it hard while you leave me to bleed.
 
Moment by moment, you walk no closer,
But farther, and why? is one big poser.
For all I see, I’m not blind to omit
Sly that you are, you’re forever at it.
 
Draught after draught, leaves pile upon the earth,
Life is a war until death from the birth,
While I strive so my soul shall be free
You make this fight tougher than tough can be.
 
Drop by drop, do the lakes and the rivers swell,
So does my heart (wherein secured you dwell),
With tiny drops of manna you donate
To make my earthly existence ornate.
 
Night after night, memories sweep my sleep,
Bringing the touch of lips for me to keep
Caged right here, and captived there like you said,
In your closed fists, and my heart and my head.
 
Tugs and tiffs later, our love only grows,
Strong like the stream after the hurdles flows,
And rocks the paper-boat with you and me –
Know our boat will drift strong even at sea.

©Asiman Panda 2010