Because You are Precious more than my Life
From the beauty of Rose,
Which always entice sweet Lovers,
I always try to explore,
Your soul which dwell
Everytime inside my heart.
Of that sweetness that
Beauty of Rose,
Often failed to give
To adorable Lovers,
Is just intaken by me,
By your presence with smiling visage,
And, When you sprawl with
Your head on ma' Lap,
It felt that I am lost in,
Joy of Paradise.
And, when you squabble with me,
Your angry visage looks very awesome,
And after this,
Your amusement on the same,
Relax me same as when fire,
Is being extinguishes by diluge.
In this world of wonders,
I can predict the cost of
Symbol of Love- Taj,
Symbol of Passion- Vinchi's arts, and
Even of Sun and Moon, but
O My Dear!
When It comes your turn,
My leapsing Lips can only utter-
'You are Precious,
Even more than my Life.'
poem by Indrajeet Mishra
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