Pious Plant: Love

Thy way of covering thy face,
It seems the Lord Almighty's grace.
Pink apron you put,thy pink cheek peep,
Pearl petals like thy eyelids invite sip.

Thy rosy lips,the source of air;
Snake shouldering on sandal wood,
Seems thy long lock of hair.
I love it; care or don't care.

My eyes like butterflies wish to suck;
The nectar of thy sweet rosy lips.
Thy arms like heaven's golden gate,
By God, I'm forgetting all, are you fate?

Oh I can notice thy vibrating heart;
But you know we're part and part.
Oh dear,be never sad and grieved,
Let's celebrate what our dreams achieved.

It's better to let the Uranium explode,
Why stop speedy energy's lovely load?
Why to finish the both germinating seed?
This love is pious plant not a mere weed.

by Rajneesh Kumar Mishra

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