HYMNS OF PASSION

a flower a bouquet of hymns, hymns
of passion – gloomy eyes swallowed my glittering diamond  face
                  as i write on the rock and every wave of the blue, above
    
           the kilimanjaro ,the pacific ,the blue skin, the grey stars, the white moon and the golden sun grow up on your palm


It is still cloudy somewhere in the  kingdom of my heart
            the roses, the cactus, the lillies are colourful than freesia  
                   pictures of the bright and dark leaves are yellowed with drums


        today I see men with swords eyes almost catching water
pleading with you and i to giggle despite all the jiggle and wiggle like bowlful of jelly.