Eternal Warmth - Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN
I needn't a Sun at dawn,
To warm my passions.
Or Sunlit, I wished so!
May our love be warmed!
Like the scorching sun.
When she lies on my bosom,
Under the moist moonlight,
Of this noon of night.
Here in this bank of a lake.
Where soft breeze caressing,
The soul of that lake,
As she is his lover!
Where stars float in glee,
Over the crystal surface,
Of its pacified waves,
Like thousands of water-fowls,
With a wink in their eyes.
And that surge of waves,
Slowly and rhythmically,
Kissing the brink of our heels,
To calm down the heat of our blood,
That surging through our hearts.
But our hearts beating in full swing
In the furnace of our love.
Where we'll not feel any heat of this world,
As we are in the eternal warmth of love.
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