........I AM NOT A SAINT....
The soft breeze is reminding me of your foot steps, dear, it is the spring..
Come into my arms with glitters in your eyes, Priyatamaa, I am waiting..
You don't need intellect, neither gigantic words to appeal a soul deep..
It is the warmth of your heart and a little softness, Monalisa, we call friendship..
Sweetness is in your feeling, your memory sharp enough to pierce me in the heart..
To see you in my eyes even when closed, I enjoy and feel smart..
You are everywhere I find, I am enchanted with your scent....
I wish you and your love Monalisa, for your body, I swear, I am not a saint....
©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
The soft breeze is reminding me of your foot steps, dear, it is the spring..
Come into my arms with glitters in your eyes, Priyatamaa, I am waiting..
You don't need intellect, neither gigantic words to appeal a soul deep..
It is the warmth of your heart and a little softness, Monalisa, we call friendship..
Sweetness is in your feeling, your memory sharp enough to pierce me in the heart..
To see you in my eyes even when closed, I enjoy and feel smart..
You are everywhere I find, I am enchanted with your scent....
I wish you and your love Monalisa, for your body, I swear, I am not a saint....
©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
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