Thursday, August 8, 2013

Fed by You, clothed, dressed...

Fed by You
As if this rains
Have you me fed
Drop by drop
Into me...
Like You dripping cool
Into me
Forming a pool
Deep there a depth of a dream
As if in me
You have possibly seen
her cause
her heaven
her mind...

Clothed by You
As an impossible shape
As if You me have draped
In a choiced
Design...
As per her
Wish
her prayers
For me...
So underlined
So lighted ...

And there
In those drops falling
Talking wet
In me bears a charm...
As if by Love
Eternalised...
Spread wide ,
And
Challenging winged chariot
Of flowing times even!

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