LathaPrem Sakhya - Airy Dreams

Love- beautiful, idyllic, a lily, in purity.
But when tainted with lust-
The airy dreams attaining shapes,
Shatters the lovers.
But true love is like the tender breeze,
That gently kisses the flower-
Leaving it,
Swaying for more.
It is like the poignant song -
Unique and unheard.
But hummed by the lover,
In his heart.
Ideal love makes the beloved bloom
Like a flower,
And to waltz to the song,
Twinkling in the lover’s eyes.

LathaPrem Sakhya

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