I love your hips.
I love the way, they sway-
making my heart cheer
and dance your rhythm.
I love them, not because-
they are-
heavy as a mountain
or round as earth
But I love them for-
they are you.
They are-
bubbly as your heart
and soft as your soul.
Seeing you walk across a street
I forget myself; I forget-
who I am, where I am.
I just keep watching dance and smile
of your happy hips.
I feel like- I hold them and poke them
to find where that joy comes from.
Even when I sleep, I dream-
my heart dances with them
while my soul plays the flute.
I am sure only a poet who has imbibed the spirit of Bhavbhuti's treatise known as ''Shringar Shatak' can bring about such a sophisticated expression about her beloved's hips. Thanks, Arun. bubbly as your heart and soft as your soul. while my soul plays the flute.
The metaphor HIPS is unbelievable in your poem, the source of energy may emerge from anything created by Almighty is the essence of your nicely composed poetry. The happiness seen by individual during different stages of life indeed differs and during adolescence stage it may find happiness in love and beloved's body parts....10+++
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Love with rhythm makes heart beautiful and thoughts shine with this wonderful love across the street, dream or life. Very wisely expressed thoughtful poem shared here. Fantastic.10