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Reservoir
Listening to the music from his flute
all senses go numb and I go mute
The flowers, the birds and the bees
then, all dance around me
Poision turns to sweet nector
as you are my only mentor
Oh! My Krishna my saviour
you are my reservoir!
~14/10/08~
poem
by
Deepti Agarwal
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