Thy Love And Thou Poem by Binod Bastola

Fresh as morning dew,
Fresh as flower in hue,
Pure as rising ray,

Touch me not- -touch me not
I am so so soft
Shyful and feather soft
Touch me not - -touch me not

Blinks of thy beautiful eye
In thy eyes sees shylove for me
In thy beautiful eye

Thy voice is like song for me
Soothes me every time when I hear of it- -
Thy fragrance of far haul me nearer into thy life
Can scent thy fragrance of love in my life- -from far distance of my life