Jawahar Gupta

The holy water

 Do not praise my beauty
 My Legs,arms,breast and eyes
 This is not wise
 If you love me
 Make me at peace
 Make me Zero size

 But the delight fits me
 In my handsome youth
 To Increase my sensitivity
 To perceive love sensuality

 Each curve on a branch,
 Kisses me with divine wine
 Your bust magic moon light
 Touches my delicate line

 Stop to wonder bonds of reason
 My feelings are Holy water
 To clean the earth floor
 Beneath our worldly feet

 Thousand ways your eye embrace
 Infinite thought your mind solace
 Believe me and my love
 Be at peace o my dove .

 ~~~~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~~~

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