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To hear her singing
Contributed by
girish
on
Saturday, 26th November 2005 @ 11:24:46 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Along the borders of the lane, there lies the garden
Here, I hear to the song of my angel-maiden
When she casts her eye-sight from a distance
To drink the sweat, from her brows I have no chance
This chance, if it happens to become a reality
Even the deserts will blossom with flowers in plenty
For every gentle movement of her dark eye-lids
I feel the breeze from thick tropical rain forests
Times when sweet fragrance from Parijatha flower blows
Even the bees knock the flower before it grows
In the garden, that lies along the borders of the lane
Where my angel sings spreading her mane
In the wet sand of the beach, she lays her feet
When the waves take the foot-prints, I sleet
To ask “Even if the seas do not have the moist”
And is there is no one to ask for the justice?
All my thirst gathered so far will be quenched today
When the speaking parrot, fairy jasmine will stay
With me in the garden, on the borders of the lane
And sing those songs, spreading her mane.
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Re: To hear her singing
(User Rating: 1 ) by GorgeousXWaste on
Saturday, 26th November 2005 @ 12:01:18 PM AEST (User
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awww, how good...
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