Entwined As One... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

During spring, our young hearts sing,
to the tunes of the undressing blooms,
the strings of the hand held instruments,
create the sweetest melody to rest in the memory,

Many years have passed wearing four dress,
each years filled with our twelve desires,
each month attired the seven colors in four,
directions, where our happiness radiate,

we have lived as the word and its meaning,
inseparable; quondam thesaurus, never misleading,
entwined legs of our thoughts covered in disguise,
every second feels the pleasure from our cruise,

"Let me pick up those star flowers to adorn your tresses;
Let me procure the soothing sky materials for your skirt",
"Let me order the great warrior who dwell in your brave heart,
to be quiet for a while, when you return back too tired"