Thupuhu D Vaddeo Poems

My Love
Sayst He, “Alas! My own craft has be made me forlorn,
But this, art of all times...shalt with me remained abode'
But says you, 'It is not good for the man to be alone.'
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Wild wavy west wind;
Joyously teasing lily garden of my beloved,
Blushing darling baby buds we love,
Tearing tender sprouts-thy flappy wing.
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There is a lotus on her face,
There is a mother in her heart,
Thy lips, smirched ginseng and honey surfaced,
Your words conquer lover's heart.
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