Spgm 013 - The Flood Of Ecstasy Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

O'er their sleeping-cot,
Fresh flowers a lot,
On what bees would've fed,
Have nicely been spread.

They sat on this flowerbed.
O'er her shoulders broad,
He drew sketches of sugarcane
And lily in a beautiful design.

How the sea would shine,
If the rays of sun and moon
Get together, like that scene
Their souls became one.

The hungry bees blew open
The closed buds one by one
This garland of Jasmine,
He wore was as white as the moon.

The garland, beautiful one,
Made of flowers, water borne,
With their petals unbroken,
It was by her nicely worn.

They two well embraced.
Their garlands intertwined,
They did appear to swoon
Yes, for a moment, but soon.

In that state of embrace,
To see her beautiful face,
He relaxed his hands grip,
And moved his fingers tip.

What all before he thought,
Right then his mind brought,
The words from his lips ran.
And to admire her he began.