You Take My Shoulder Poem by Rijan Britanicus Acharya

You take a scarf; let my hand,
swing upon your shoulders,
we still amid the lotuses,
peep a shallow the diving tortoise;

The leaf let the waters ripple,
as infant wind blows below,
the school that curves spiral,
let few tadpoles curve along.

The bees swing the budding twigs,
as frogs splashes lotus-leaf,
a tiny hopper reveals from sod
and rubs the droplets that washed it.

you sigh along the soaring breeze
I hold those palms and swing,
and let your locks stream behind,
where butterflies crawl through cases.

The clouds that flushed at our zenith,
gifts the celebrating showers swift,
a rainbow crosses an almost serenity,
below a kid who bounces.

The bird rise and chime for long
at distant but passing our space,
so, the natures what held its echoes,
we took and lovingly caged.

You enfold a tree of roses, I let,
my palms caress your blaze,
that runs through eyes, cheeks and lips,
and accomplishes on bosoms.

The second of an eternity wipes as thunder;
You breath every flowers, I drown,
as those absorbed natures, extracts on you,
the essence of paradise, replicated

you take my shoulder; let my eyes,
melt in your thirsty veins,
those pass souls in me to own million life,
amid bliss that conquers to fill.