Treasure Island

Vishal Sharma

(10th july 1996/Samastipur (Bihar) / India)

Spirit Love (A poem for redrose)


pour water of your rain
and drench me upto head to toe
and wet all my atoms with your moist love
that for showing only to me you have come
and the love of the unbreakable string
whose tensions will be neutrilized
by your spirit and sometimes by my passion
and the moisture collected over the glass of romance
that has got heat to the fire as well
i love you my darling in my neat verses
and want to show you me whole bodily love
and be satisfy telling me what you feel then
and then i will ask you
'is this love, baby is this love? '

Submitted: Friday, October 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013
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