....AS YOUR SLAVE FOR LIFE...
When you spoke me with your eyes dancing
I treated it as the term of sweetness
To follow your order I attended your every movement
I used it as a chance to test my fitness..
Your feet were my temple I would like to worship you whole my leisure...
Let your whims be my sacred book
And teach me the way of living dear and be my teacher..
The words from my lips
May not, to make you happy, suffice.
Your eyes are my world Monalisa
You are my justice..
Let me guard you, day and night from worries and strife..
Let me be sworn in with glee, my dear, as your slave for life..
©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
When you spoke me with your eyes dancing
I treated it as the term of sweetness
To follow your order I attended your every movement
I used it as a chance to test my fitness..
Your feet were my temple I would like to worship you whole my leisure...
Let your whims be my sacred book
And teach me the way of living dear and be my teacher..
The words from my lips
May not, to make you happy, suffice.
Your eyes are my world Monalisa
You are my justice..
Let me guard you, day and night from worries and strife..
Let me be sworn in with glee, my dear, as your slave for life..
©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
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