Mother of Love

So gentle supple I am, A lustrous figure of mine; Embraced leaves in branches, When Dance In fluttering breeze, Play lyrical music; Seduced clouds too drizzle tip tip drops, Wets me, my soul from inside; Come in my refuge, Seek my salacious warmth; Soothe your conscious, Relieve your lorn heart; The coherence of you, Awakes the motherhood, And carry fruit; Birds in spring Dance in sensual tweets, Solicit chum closer and closer, Share the purpose have of birth; Come seek refuge in me, Am your lady, Mother of love, I bring nature alive; © Sadashivan Nair