Friday, 22 April 2011


                         -Dr. D. B. Gavani

You are broad minded beaux dame
I am a sweethearted simple lovely lad
Dressed in a tiger's domestic clad
You prick me and I fix your prime fame.
Your beauty emerges out of cruel form
Thunderbolt and flashening thy mystic shape
Tender feelings crushed in the owl's gape
Thou art skylark disguised in eagle's norm.

Your love marred lust cooly dazzle
In the aromatic fragrance of belly lily
The bewitching looks crooks the silly
Thou art maiden muffled in the muzzle.
Unanswerable lips parted not till the end
You nix me at each second sans legs bend.  

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