ROOTED ROMANCE
Rowdy rascal, he is,
My lovely man!
I call him with the sweetest name!
Oh, my handsome Rowdy rascal!
So loveable you are,
A man who owns my heart!
A child I'm, around your arms,
Playing with your bread,
The castle of your pride!
My lips, his favourite guitar,
The rhythm,
he calls the best music!
My cheeks,
he calls the priceless cushion!
A patriot, he is,
Over my skin,
His mother land,
He often sings!
The nights, the battlefield,
The Moon, the only witness!
The sheets, the art of love,
And we, the artists!
A song of love, we are!
And our love, a portrait!
A poem, the world will know,
Only with their eyes fall on his book!
-Ajola Ganesan
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A poem, the world will know,
ReplyDeleteOnly with their eyes fall on his book!
Such a profound ending to a lovely poem