Shihabudheen K J - 'Our Cupid'

So late she appears in the twilight,
so fast she vanishes from the midnight.
miss her for she feels the rhythm of our soul,
adores her as she brings the eye of my angel!

Worships her calling 'our cupid',
fondles her pimples as our own kid
adding sugar to our cherry moments
editing leaves of our blossoming petals.
bending bows of devilish frost,
mixing lavender mist with our burning lust!

Every dusk and dawn,
doesn't she embrace our phone?
so warm our lens zoomed her tiny dots,
imaging the very winter and summmer of our coats!

She made us forget the giant fence,
deep spanning the woods dense.
she's not lust, but just net;
illusionist mimicking the dreaming fest
deodar shrubs covering her virgin attire;
envious of her spines lending us romantic fare........

Shihabudheen K J

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