Shatarupa Choudhury Poetry"God won't ask you what car you drove; HE'll ask how many people you drove, who didn't have transportation" |
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Lips
Drunk, drenched manna filled
Bathed in wine, nectar dipped Rich, ripe, sugary..the cherry Dangling from the bough, in a forest wild Flaming hibiscus, morning glow Blushing bride, the breeze gung-ho breathless when the apple sun in the fiery love, swollen grows Raging robin, fire un'erneath Brighter spring, restless breath Sweet poison, bumble-bee stung For thy lips, a ruby song!
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Date: 09 April, 2008 2008 Copyright PoetryCraze.com. |