Thy Fingers Like Petals
Thy fingers like petals,
So supple scenic;
Even a lucky diamond ring,
Feels itself adorned;
Radiates in festal,
Fortune glitters;
The stone of mount,
Carved to lustrous shape;
Pared stage by stage,
Until deserves embracing,
Finger of thine;
So beautiful thou are,
Thine fingers may or
may not feel;
Yet the diamond feels,
Warm touch and glows;
© Sadashivan Nair
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