Love Is Sanctorum - Poem by anushmadhu P.Bharathi
The doves are frightened
And are flying away,
When your beauty
Sounds out like a temple bell.
Always seen and vibrating
Around your sanctum;
When will you tell me?
That it is time
For my entry into the sanctum
(In Tamil- Mazhaippen-Kavigar.Phazhani Bharathi)
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