Dearly loved, in your lips;
I long to be your flute of love!
And wish to be a lotus flower
in your beautiful hands!
Dreams are unpredictable
Horizons become wider;
shivering feathers of a
Blue peacock looks
for the pearl inside their wings.
The soft tiny grass
Stretches its hands;
The lakes become
a illusion of a painter
of vivid  images in the sky,
But the cup in her hand
is filled with
honey for which
We lengthen
our hands
in vain.!
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BY
WILLIAMSJI  MAVELI