Let me drown deep in these eyes,
There in the depth of your eyes,
some drops of peaces get May I.
The world of hatred, lust for blood,
Running after one another like hound,
In these eyes a deep rest i will find.
The material gains are so bitter,
The spiritual pains are so bitter,
The world in these eyes will be better.
The thorns of this world are so sharp,
Let these eyes be my heart's scarp,
Let me hear melodious hear's harp.
Be my godess of soul tranquility,
You are blessed with divine beauty
Blow away the clouds of mooty.
There in the depth of your eyes,
some drops of peaces get May I.
The world of hatred, lust for blood,
Running after one another like hound,
In these eyes a deep rest i will find.
The material gains are so bitter,
The spiritual pains are so bitter,
The world in these eyes will be better.
The thorns of this world are so sharp,
Let these eyes be my heart's scarp,
Let me hear melodious hear's harp.
Be my godess of soul tranquility,
You are blessed with divine beauty
Blow away the clouds of mooty.
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Author:
Devender Kumar (
Offline) - Published: April 23rd, 2025 09:53
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Comments1
A poem by a person smitten. A love poem well written. Good job
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