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Rohini Khare Poem
A tear on your cheeks that meets your lips,
A soft plight on sight, that seeks your taste,
Dance of your name on my bare tongue,
Wants me turn bare, into sweet summer love,
I know only your name,
And I dance on it,
My each cell sparks at your only name,
In my whole being, I, pertain to be yours,
No name to me, only yours, only yours.
Copyright © Rohini Khare | Year Posted 2025
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