...ECHO.....

...ECHO.....

When the moon makes the sojourn
It is lily that smiles
Only to see the lotus pleased
The Sun covers miles

Poetry flows down the easel
When ripples transverse the ether
Emotions overflow the brink
And art takes a breather.

Your eyes do speak dear
Your soul is an open book to me
Your love has a magic touch
I am yours and ever will be

Let me worship your beauty, love
You are beyond imagination
Embodiment of charm you are
Your style is a fashion.

Be sure my sweet darling
Be a little bit smart
I am waiting for you with open arms
Come O ! the echo my heart.

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BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA