Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 10, 2015

The village lash at the water falls~by Akshaya Kumar Das



The village lash at the water falls

the village lash cools her youth,
under the waterfalls hilly mouths,
the curls rolling with droplets ,
shining sizzling hot youth in sprouts,
the lash behaves youthful adolescence,
the nature makes her dance to the essence,
youth is culprit of fragrance,
the petals are beautifully draped with grace,
the nature calls for the body’s apetite,
to satiate the hunger of the body in petite,
in youth dreams behave adolescent,
from the thin lines the cleavages appeal fervent,
the mind loves to rest between the cleavages,
the natures’ pitchers are full aside the bridges,
one gallon of the pitchers’ juice,
does not satisfy the youth in truce…
surrender to the pitchers to boost,
at times the pitchers burst,
in the bursting the lover takes asylum,
love becomes the only passion in plum…
(c) Akshaya Kumar Das 10/4/2015

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