Buddhi Hatharaliyadda Poems

When your rosy lips touch mine
I see the color RED.
Ask anyone who has ever loved
It won’t be differently said.
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As frothy waves embrace the seashore
And garland it with seashells and pebbles
Under the starlit raven sky,
I feel to embrace my love
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Onset of the optimal occasion,
Lighting lives let’s leave lamentation.
Yielding youngsters joys of youth,
Multinational men meet making mirth.
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Unless she wore her spectacles
Now rarely she can see
Those miniatures of her self
Which tells how she used to be
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