Open up thy lotus lips
From where the honey slips
Like a spring window dew
On the black cosmos hue
Sweep away from the earth
Like a golden fire in hearth.
Fly! Fly away in the cradle
Newly dressed in a bridle
Like an angel from the forest
With green grandiosity’s purest
And cheery soul of content
Like a blooming lily’s consent.
Rest and arrest in the bosom
Kiss and hiss the microcosm
Like a double – tongued snake
In the bunch of ripened stake
Where climbers hang bee hives
Like a venomous sting tilts lives.
Live and leave the world
Enter the centre of the crowd
Like a commander of mind
In the crunches of the kind
When trees bow down to feet
Like a heavy-hooded fleet.
-D B Gavani
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