My Morning Bud Of Rose Poem by Amitava Sur
My Morning Bud Of Rose
She is my craving - morning bud of rose,
Blossoms with her fragrance and splendor galore.
Very gently with love, after caressing her-
I keep her there - deep in my soul.
She is so calm, cool and so delicate
Like the dews in the dawn falling slowly-
On the flower’s petal.
She shines like water drops-
Sparkling on lotus leaves.
Bids of pearl do drop with her priceless smile,
Simply she mesmerizes with her aura divine.
She wins me, allures me and tamed me so bad
Like a bee I rush there to be dipped inside her.
I feel like remaining there for years ever,
She is my love my fondness my existence is inside her.
I hold her tight and clasp with might
I find my peace with a heavenly delight.
A single moment without my love -
I can’t think, I can’t walk.
Very gently with love, after caressing her-
I keep her there -deep in my soul.
Amitava (7.01.2014)
A poem breathing the scent of love and longing for your loved one. Yes, it is difficult to erase the memory of the sweet face and calming presence of your dear one which every drop of dew or sweet bud of rose keep reminding you constantly!
I keep her there -deep in my soul. I love this. The imagery, the composition... It's beautiful!
What a beautiful love poem.I am blown away by the beauty of your words.I give it a ten
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5/12/2024 12:51:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An exquisite poem on your love, being reminded by everything in nature, even imagining yourself as a bee, dipping yourself inside her love for you. An intense longing - desire to be with her - your existence itself is within her. Fascinating imagery, Amitava, it seems to calm the loss you are going through, with breath-taking passion. Awesome poem, Amitava. Totally love it. RoseAnn