Why I Love Thee A Lot Poem by Raghavendra Nayak

Why I Love Thee a Lot

I love thee a lot,
When I so hot.

Then I lightly removed the sweet sweat,
Beneath the dark sky above is the best.

Where lord made wrinkles at forehead,
And embraced- the fire of ring is thou bed,

So an eagle claiming of stark-naked mountain,
And wingless-time floats as fountain.

I stand at blazing nipple of rock,
I have ever been untold of thou shock,

And above the fate and fertile land,
Green, hurrah! Grew up, want to be command.

My lord! I love thee a lot,
When thy shines too hot.

The deep and dark thou twig dancing and laughing!
Here and there! No, only on fertile frame! !

Thy feels floated, hands louted by insane west-wind,
Within four muted walls of the temple’s veranda.

My gentle care and bare made thee -perfect heir.
“Wondrous world, Beware! Mind-of-men is wild,

So arrest their rest in best of your solid hell-nest,
God! Then Make thee, the perfect superior of west.

Man, I love thee a lot,
When I caught and comfort,

My heart now humble thou best present,
I know Him; thy can’t be absent,

As rain brandished the beauty of swan,
Please! Don’t make me good enemy of swine.

Breezing and breathing at heavy air,
Lighting and thundering there, I didn't care,

Bequeath the wind spinelessly passed to care,
Because of thy sun-moon-love made me dare.

Friends! I love thee a lot,
Because, my lord made a cot,

Each stroke of snow dose borne the rosy lips,
Each strain of joy made thee so crazy mark on cheeks.

My vigilant sight accursed and scared,
When wild like men burst the token of love scattered.

My love of nature is landed,
As if thy wit and lure branded.