simple
I will call you back in the morning
Gave me so much hope
I will see you in a bit
Even more hope
Later on?
O you should learn to live.
Life
Dodge..
Lover Boy
Where do these feelings come As you read a poem On watching the moon Hearing a song As though swerving in the wind Carrying notes in a tune Never played or heard What these sprinkles sparkling From heaven’s unknown bring, Swirling and singing and dancing In your lame heart, relentlessly Churning with sounds of bangles Of them Gopikas, of gokul Of nandagaon or reverberating The sounds of river yamuna's Droplets of water sprinkling On the sandy red hair of Krishna Shining as gold and copper flare As the rays from sunset bring The seven colors shining at every speck of the curly honey like Curls of His locks reflecting in his Shining and glittering eyes as He sways Swinging in the embrace of gopis And the hugs of Radhika, twining into Each other’s bend as if the world Never existed ever.. oh naïve lover boy!
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