An evocative love poem, by Rajashree, exclusively for Different Truths.
Here you are like warm blood coursing through my veins, my umpteen body a river in spate that flows over its shore! Open me up and you would see a pool holding the waters of vices and virtues galore and in that a lotus in bloom, my faith in you forever! Hear the lovelorn Lark, of the wee hour, how she cries plaintively in the cold morning air! But tell me Dear is this all because you are there?
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