Poems by Anne Pavitra Jacob

The Lone Lover

a poem by Anne Pavitra Jacob

Alone she sat under the neem tree,
Waiting for her true love
With nothing for company
Alone she waited like a dove

The sun was glowing red in the west;
And soon the moon appeared
Amid the dark clouds like an ivory crest;
But she neither moved nor feared.

The fragrance of the flowers
Roses, Jasmines and Lilies
That she had gathered for her lover
Filled the evening skies

Soon a fearful storm arose
But she sat unaware of the rain
Clutching to her heart a red rose
And humming a melancholy strain.

The thunder roared so loud
And the lightning flashed so bright;
But she neither heard the sound
Nor saw the bright and shining light.

She never felt the heavy downpour;
For heart with her lover dear
Had flown off to the other shore
Where day is always bright and clear.


a poem by Anne Pavitra Jacob

Oh how wonderful it is to be young!
To be a child shouting with glee
Wandering through the fields and dung
From all the worldly cares made free

Oh how different does the world appear
To the small innocent child
Who has never known any fear
Even wild animals seem so mild.

Oh how mysterious does the world seem
To the little imaginative heart
With mermaids floating in the stream
And fairies dancing on jam tart.

Oh how beautiful does the world look
To the young wondering mind
With the muddy river and sparkling brook
The gentle breeze and Wild West Wind.

Oh what a wonderful place the world is
With nothing to do but laugh and play
Oh happy heart – what a bliss
It is to remain a child so gay.