The shawl of Winter mist
clads the yellow innerwear
the vast expanse of
gold fragrance
in the mustard fields
murk the lust skin deep.
Wisps of winged cloud
start soaping
the soft fair nude skin
of the lady mountain
surge a fire of urge
in the nuptial bed
spread over tons and tons
of mustard flowers.
Loved the beautiful line... surge a fire of urge in the nuptial bed spread over tons and tons of mustard flowers. Wow, what a lovely poem Sir. 10 for it.
Wisps of winged cloud start soaping the soft fair nude skin of the lady mountain surge a fire of urge in the nuptial bed Lovely poem shared. 10++
Wisps of winged cloud start soaping the soft fair nude skin of the lady mountain surge a fire of urge in the nuptial bed spread over tons and tons of mustard flowers. Thank you for sharing a heart broking poem10+++++++++++++
Wisps of winged cloud start soaping the soft fair nude skin of the lady mountain surge a fire of urge in the nuptial bed spread over tons and tons of mustard flowers. Beautiful lines.Thanks for shared10+++++
Wisps of winged cloud start soaping the soft fair nude skin of the lady mountain surge a fire of urge in the nuptial bed spread over tons and tons of mustard flowers.beautiful line shairing..10+++++
Nude skin of lady mountain Surge a power of urge.what to write more.I feell reading Manikarnika and dwasuparna Second time.No way less powerful feelings.I would like to read again and again.you are unique in the site sir.open challenge to others who......Thanks for sharing
Why stopped after the who? Felt like at the Xavier's? Thank you sir, my dearest for the napkin of love and affection you rain over my ant-hill-heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Winter mist provokes thought and sadness is expressed here..10
Thanks a lot for the kind words of inspiration.