Your Love Poem by Sam Varghis

Your Love



Hey girl it is a honor being a sprout in your
Wild fertile terrains under coy clouds
It is a previlage being irrigated by your
Temperamented sizzling passions
And nurtured by your feral emotions
And your love is always a shade on me
And a flag ahead of my march.

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Sam Varghis

Sam Varghis

Kannur, Kerala, India
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