MY SOUL BURNS
My soul burns
For the feel of your feathery fingers,
For the kiss of your ruby lips,
For the warmth of your throbbing heart,
For the heat of your heaving bosom,
For the odour of your curly hair,
For a glance of that wild lensed eyes.
A fool to traverse the planet like
A cuckoo for a crow’s nest,
Despising nature’s gift in you
I wandered hitherto unaware.
Like a joey in it’s parent pouch
I crave for refuge in your lap
And leave sullen time’s tides behind
To rest in peace for ever more.
Dr. Karicakm
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