Oh Mother -
you’re Lord’s loving labour!
With gratitude,
I bow at your lotus feet
...
On a full-moon night,
Taj bathes bare
with immortal grace
in the cool serene waters
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Fragrant footsteps of your heartbeats
paced to-and-fro on my heart’s red carpet,
while the phantom of your reminiscences haunted me
all night long!
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A wonderful warm feeling
and all the senses reeling,
with nostalgia in my heart
I walk down the memory lane,
...
I am pregnant with a pink petite Poem
pulsating in my mind’s womb.
After months of creepy cramps,
countless kicks and
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When
the glorious golden orb sinks in the torrents
and flowing moon shines like a silver plaque,
When zephyr plays with your lustrous locks
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Before I say Goodbye,
let us walk bare-feet on the silky shores,
and collect handful of sandy spiral seashells.
Let’s gather the sea in our palm-cups,
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Somewhere,
Sun wakes up from his cat-curled sleep
unfolding itself into innumerable golden rays
like an orange lotus with zillion petals.
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Cold-bloodedly,
I poison my precious poem
with the tip of my quivering quill
to quench the venomous quest
...