Mother of Love
So gentle supple I am,
A lustrous figure of mine;
Embraced leaves in branches,
When Dance In fluttering breeze,
Play lyrical music;
Seduced clouds too drizzle tip tip drops,
Wets me, my soul from inside;
Come in my refuge,
Seek my salacious warmth;
Soothe your conscious,
Relieve your lorn heart;
The coherence of you,
Awakes the motherhood,
And carry fruit;
Birds in spring
Dance in sensual tweets,
Solicit chum closer and closer,
Share the purpose have of birth;
Come seek refuge in me,
Am your lady, Mother of love,
I bring nature alive;
© Sadashivan Nair
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