VIPINS PUTHOORAN -

I.
Oh, beauideal! unveil thine plaid,
Where my heart and love I laid.
Thine parts shone, lo! ''bejewelled belle'',
And thine tingling of ornated feet had my heart's bell.
II.
Thy lips like cymbal rang loves' thyme,
Like a rhapsody had its perfect rhyme.
''Thou wast a queen with a pearl bespangled parsol''.
Thirsted were the drops of my drizzle of soul.
III.
Wandered were they the most-
To glide throu' thy plums in a lust.
Hastn't yet thou heard the music of my rain-dance?
When I wait 'ere with my heart for thy glance.

VIPINS PUTHOORAN

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