Loves Puzzle
You are a colour photograph,
(my Leica); my love, my final
romance:you are the birds and
and the smell of lotus.
Why are you so beautiful, I ask
the wind in your windmill’s hair?
The seals which dart and play
on your bosom:only Vishnu can
answer this royal battle( from the
cave between your thighs)
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