Grasping onto the tip of my index finger
Through her comforting warmth, I can feel her heartbeat
Emerald green stares back at me- heart thumps linger
Adorableness overload...and so petite
At that moment, the beauty of "Life" lifts my hair
Goosebumps galore cover me, like sand on a beach
Is soft, her breath- like feathers kissing in mid-air
So meek her nose, fingers and toes...her skin so peach
Her one syllable sounds are music to my heart
Her movements flatter my soul like angels with wings
Yet, cute is the sound of her "Surprise little "Fart"
So grateful I am, Lord- for the joy that she brings
Grasping onto the tip of my index finger
Emerald green stares back at me- heart thumps linger
Don't make me to say
Don't make me to say
That's any empty wishes I may
leave you
Don't ask me that I hate you for
this
Don't say about this life and
beyond that you never give me
A pride and privilege to wear an
Outfit made the touch of the
Beauty of moon and stars
What ever may any says by the adorableness at that time my
Princess I am far not like night
Just go near a pond and see outfit which is just reflecting my love into your plain night fits with moon and stars
Be miss when you saw.. Now smile
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
We sank into the sea
Millions of years ago,
Our carcasses set to the sun.
We basked in our own erosion
While our forever-hearts were
scorched into the brown floor,
Wedging what was left of us
Into primordial adorableness.
Escaping into ghost love
Is a natural response.
Let us not judge so quickly.
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