Mari mari ninne moralida nee
Manasuna daya rathu--- Saint Thyagaraja
Mercy is not coming in to your mind,
Even when I again and again entreat you.
In a Bid to Douse Fire
Eager like the bee,
I lightly skim over thy eyelids,
Around those trembling rims,
Oh those cheeks quiver,
I buzz around for the chance of a sweet kiss!
Reaching your ear,
Wish to deliver,
The open secret of
My love for you my Angel!
The blossom in thy locks,
Over the ear ring,
Water dripping thro’ the ornament,
It’s a beautiful sight,
That your one hand restrains,
The loose disheveled hair!
I steal a kiss,
From thy honey making lips,
Beautiful blossoms red and warm,
And quickly hop,
To your arms that are tender shoots!
Your shoulders droop,
and palms are reddened,
I can hear quick breaths,
Struggling in thy bosom!
I know nothing but your name Angel
I fly away with the feeling
That no woman could give birth
To a beauty such as this!
29 5 2011
your best ever Raja- I love it !
A wonderful write. The angel would be happy to read your poem.
beautiful as always ,the angel is lucky ,tfs
Awesome descriptions...! The one you have addressed here is lucky to have your embracing heart of love Raj..
Beautiful poetry, well done.