Rasul Mir

(1820 - 1870 / Kashmir / India)

White Are The Robes, My Kamdev Wears - Poem by Rasul Mir

White are the robes, my Kamdev wears.
His brow is adorned in flowers red,
His path, I'd take in drunken stupor,
go, tell my love of my pangs

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 15, 2012

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