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O my glorious rival in love,
For I fell in the cosmic river of yours.
I flew in the rhythm of darkness within,
For finding my light in glorious you.
I played my flute for you to sing,
For me to dance, in rhythm of your within.
For my eternal resides in cosmic you,
for your love to find me,-eternally true.
O my feelings are butterflies,
For you cried in the flying,-presence of mine,
I love you with all my, heart beguiled,
Even for to break,-in your sights.
In the eternal presence of yours,
I find you in every dafodill alive.
You are my sunflower,and the sunshine
For me to live,is to enchant your life...
I find you in the beauty of rose petals,
And in the secrets underneath it's stile.
For my innocence is lust free,
So is your love onto me.
It hurts to see,- you in pain,
For you to cry, is me in rain.
For you to get cold,is me to get wet,
I will protect you best,-in the dimensions of yet.
My poetry is just not the art of my words,
For it resides eternally in the emotions of love,
For,-my love.
The smile of yours,-is my findings,
In every dove.
In your art of love,is my glory to be true..
For when I hear Radha calling Krishna.
I think about you..
For When I see Gautam preaching love
I think about you..
For when I hear the call to prayer,
I pray for you..
For When my mother says my name..
I chant yours too..
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to gaze the beauty of heart within
to dwell in the aura of dawning hue
with respecting the vow of love,apart
to have a pretty friend like you
to dye the wilted flower within
neither too flowery ,nor too new
to smile a moment ,a memory to be
to have a pretty friend like you
to be a reason, for your smile,
such a glory of Beauty ,which you are
to be a part of ,what you like
to have a pretty friend like you
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Dancing in my heart,some friendship it seems
a solace butterfly , fluttering it seems
a moon with many faces,all bright it seems
for love is freedom,all pure it seems
To the melody of my heart,
all lubb dubb it seems.
In the melody of one's flute,
there's you too,it seems.
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Gleaming in thy heart
O my love, is it pure?
Can a glory ever last?
Vile me death, thou heaven be
Do love lasts forever
Do my blood thine flesh?
Copyright © Huzaif Pookie | Year Posted 2024
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