At times she comes and refuses to leave.
She softly whispers this time let it only be we.
I loose my self in her warm embrace,
Buried in her bosom like the crescent of the moon,
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I love you my dear, your obsession so queer.
Reading King Lear, only when you have beer.
Driving always on the wrong side,
Your head lights gleaming with solid pride.
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Shrubby, thorny, always on the edge.
Edge of roads, edge of soil, edge of deserts.
Hardy, earthy, rough, solitary yet full.
Thirsty, always needing something.
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Ganga, Yamuna, Saraswati
Raging rivers wanton and free.
From the snows of Kashmir,
Rises the base of our nations Keel.
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On your bosom I grew tall.
The waters of Hoogly gurgle and call.
Your soil seeped through the pores of my soul.
The waters of Hoogly gurgle and call.
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Do you fathom what you have done?
By penning a poem that refuses to be unsung?
Sung melodious, sung deep, sung from the sun that shines in deep?
The soul becomes an orchestra and plays to your timeless hark,
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Itune to my tune
My tune gave into your tune
In full bloom of your soulful symphony
The Cuckoo coos your drunken youths tune,
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Now I know where clouds are born.
Now I know where mist is formed.
With the eyes of a child,
The soul of a man,
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The earth has erupted in flames in my garden of games.
Reading my mind, cheating my kind,
laughing like a child she gives hidden clues,
making me blush in her golden hues.
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Meetings.
Please bring open minds.
Get your full body just not your hinds.
Leave behind old sores,
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