My Love Poem by Narayanan Nair. P Perunthanam

She is my young lovely
Lovely bud: bliss heavenly
Sprang on a branch to quench
my urge to get loved as conch
with sweet voice thrilling-
She swayed and danced in breeze
Under shading grown up trees.

How long can she please me so
when the scorching Sun rays sow
seeds of heat as quantum theory
stipulates and copulate clouds fiery
to drip down as condensed molecules
to quench the thirst of the dry soil
and cleaving muddy body of human soul?
My Love, your sweet exuberant perfume
tickles my spirit and cells as incense fume.