Kesav Venkat Easwaran
A Flower In Disguise…
Filling the air around sublime a fragrance strikes!
Alluring sweet 'n soft, this soothing smell arrives
My sense rears to find from where this feel derives
But fails to place the source; who sends this scent divine?
Oh! Dear! I now hear arousing words yours
Passion, honey to share and profound burning fire
Before the sleepless night disheartened goes tired
It is your flower that invites me to there!
17 08 08
Love At Fifty Five
When I tell you
Love at fifty five,
I hear you chuckle;
I see you smile
I hear you say
With penchant eyes,
What a way
To go astray!