You are looking askance o shy lady
Desire for attraction is hidden in your body
That exposes your eyes- your lip
You will give yourself up at chest of sky
Your elevated breast is looking as if image of sun.
Love making perfume of lavenders comes to smell.
To see the beauty of flower
To like the beauty of flower
To taking the perfume of flower
Only by intuition without touching without holding
I lost myself at inner net of love.
Wanton lady you are-
Because of touch of sun like the air
Because of touch of air like the water
Because of touch of water like the cloud
Because of touch of cloud like the rain
Because of touch of rain like the earth
Because of touch of earth like the green grass
You may be refresher.
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