Theme: Love

My Love

My love is like butter in milk
slides like raindrops along palm leaves
glides like swift-winged kids at play.
Warm not milk, converse with your eyes
churn not for butter, look deep into my soul---
gently emerges like lotus in pond
as seed raises head on topsoil
firmly, quietly--- covered by glow
spread on your face watching sunrise.
Sublimation alone locates love!


More By  :  Sony Dalia

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