Tuesday, March 15, 2016


(473)  Mor phulera vanete tumi esecho

Into my flower garden You have come,
Humming like a honeybee.
You knocked on the door of my heart
To awaken reception of consciousness.

The beauty of Your ruby lips,
Alluring with hue of the morning sun,
And Your stirring lyric craftsmanship
Raise a storm on recall's painted canvas.

Your broad smile and tender touch
Bring moisture to a heart that's dry.
Your eye-bewitching glance,
Packed with charm and grace, it's the breath of life.

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