O My Lily
In this world
You are my naughty innocent beauty
You are like the butterfly on lily
You are like the angel
You are my sensual gel
I invited you to my last night cell
Your presence was like the morning bell
We enjoyed the peaceful passionate moment
In the dim light dreamy imaginative den
I couldn't sing for you a lust song
But your drunkard body was thirsty long
In your busty river I couldn't catch the fish
Whole night fishing baffled my metaphorical kiss
This morning awaken me, greeted to hymns
Ordained to live with your graceful physical theme
Come, come, live with me o my corporeal doll
Life is enjoyable, happy, sorrow, making a puzzle
Come to me to be grateful for this beautiful Sunday
On the courtyard of the Lord we need thanksgiving pray
O my Lily, my sweetheart baby
Wake up, come, look the flowers calling you
The birds, butterflies, cool breeze calling you
Come, enjoy with loving pastry
We need to go through the wet muddy path,
through the deep vista of heart
to find out our full soaked love
Our souls there will be as the romantic clouds
to fly with the flying albatrosses,
to touch the unshaped sky body,
to absorb our eternal ethereal feelings
within the souls......
Where physical poetic genre will sleep
full with dream
on the blooming buds of angelic flowers,
on the cloudy foam with Venus to shower
with the peeping eyes of Cupid
O my Lily
You are my poet, poetry
You are my awaking tree
I am what I am for your ancient scent
Still I fly with no fear of assailant
15.09.2020 Chattogram
Dedicated To A Beauty; Named By Lily S.
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2020
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