Govinda Krishna Chettur

(24 April 1898 - 03 Mach 1936 / Madras (Chennai) / India)

Beloved

You are the Rose of me,
In you have I lost myself utterly,
Your fragrance, as a breath from Paradise,
About me ever lies;
I crush you to my heart with subtlest ecstasy
And on your lips I live, and in your passionate eyes.

You are the Dream of me,
My visions many-footed flit and flee

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