Pintu Mahakul

Your Sweet Burble

Hearing your gentle words in this burble,

Seeing this forest I am writing new herbal.

Verbal beauty is cutie wonderful is river,

We praise you oh dear our universal giver.


Unconditional your love is we feel in flow,

Low is sound, slow is round, wind does blow.

Growing mind works more body takes rest,

I am in way to heaven, nice river is my nest.


Chest of nature holds us all suckling nectar,

Still I hear splosh in this middle of the sector.

Oh God! Oh God! In dusk I see light I dream,

Whisper of yours I hear in ripple of stream.


Bed of rock is soft like cotton I love to sleep,

Today I have done action tomorrow I shall reap.

Deep in emotion I feel your tender love touch,

Such a journey gives joy, I love you very much.


Copyright © Pintu Mahakul, 04 December 2008. All rights reserved.

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