Satya Srinivas కవిత

Whirl Mid afternoon heat Frenzy red flowers A mild breeze sprays Tender colors On the naked earth Like left over water drops on her body After the bathe The floor beneath my lone thoughts Expands and compresses Painting orange color in the sky Slowly I enter the abode A night borne in ecstasy Silence of the dawn dispel With song of the bird My sight branches out With dew drops on red flowers Spread across between us

by Satya Srinivas



from kavi sangamam*కవి సంగమం*(Poetry ) http://ift.tt/1iyFcp3

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