Your Face

During dawn mist,

I saw two blossomed lotus

On your elegant tits

Floating in a blue lake of love;

Then I plucked one of its petals

Unhurt, Slowly, Unknowingly,

During Mid-day,

Both brightened

Later, by twilight

Those two faded away,

Towards your red cheeks;

Decorating your elegant face

into a garden of love…

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI