...WARMTH OF YOUR THROBS....
Beauty is skin deep and fairness lies in your wider heart..
The style, the make up with all its hairdo are not your cup of tea, let me treat them as dirt..
You are so simple Monalisa, yours is the world of harsh reality..
The strength in your voice is the real length, you can't be called the frail senility...
Let me kiss you with all earnestness open your your heart with style..
Your lips are the charm heavenly look into my eyes with a smile....
Put your hands in mine let me feel the warmth of your throbs..
Be in my arms Monalisa, hold me and lean your face on my chest till my soul absorbs....
©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
Beauty is skin deep and fairness lies in your wider heart..
The style, the make up with all its hairdo are not your cup of tea, let me treat them as dirt..
You are so simple Monalisa, yours is the world of harsh reality..
The strength in your voice is the real length, you can't be called the frail senility...
Let me kiss you with all earnestness open your your heart with style..
Your lips are the charm heavenly look into my eyes with a smile....
Put your hands in mine let me feel the warmth of your throbs..
Be in my arms Monalisa, hold me and lean your face on my chest till my soul absorbs....
©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
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