Graceful Women - Poem by sarath sasi
Once the graceful women were
Mother for me
In fine blue rainy night
I was lying beside her Waiting for nectar
one yellow light was peeping into
Our room filled which is filled fragrance of love
Later in the night one white light came to see us
With the message of god from heaven.
When I opened my eye the image unclear for me
I saw a Virgin red rose smiling at me
So I took her nipple and bit with love and lust
She was hugging me and giving her nectar
To her baby lover, they were in deep love
moonlight always wanted to Hear their murmur.
he was enjoying the sweetness of
Nectar of his smiling small red rose
Then sometimes. She behaved like my sweetheart sister
She always shares my mothers love
And she was in search of my chocolates covered with love
She taught me to count stars in the night
And we were flying through the blue
Sky with our own daydreams
Then she came as teacher with blue jacket
And taught me how to taste a bleeding red blood from lips
And we were in search for heaven
Filled with light of lust and love
After the death of the god again
She came into my lonely life.
This time she was not my mother
Her red nipple were in search of Love
she came as my sweet sister with
Hand full of chocolates coated with
Her thick dark love for me
Teacher taught me to listen to the rhythm
Of heart and kiss my lover
Years passed there is no mother, sister or
Teacher in her soul
Now we had become petals of same blue old flower
Now what blue means to me and red heart to my little angel from heaven
We r not confused with what rain means to her and
Snow for my world
That same rainy blue night came again and again with the help of lights from heaven.
Now we have learned to fly without red wings
Sky had never been a limit for us.
The winter after birth of lord Buddha
We had again become. Blue and red.
But her lusty Eye was always in search of Love
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