Jawahar Gupta

Your touch makes me like you






YOUR TOUCH MAKES ME LIKE YOU
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 My head is resting on your flower
 Your hands do me velvet shower,
 Your heartbeat is melodious lullaby.
 Your warm lap raise my clouds tower

 Your presence fill my empty space
 No need,no want no desire remains
 Nothing absent with your grace
 Your smile enrich me all the gains

 Your touch makes me like your hue
 True sun shine reflects in morning dew
 Both of us are mingled to become one
 In your body blanket,I am not I but You.

 My head is resting on your flower
 You make me what I am not but you
 Your hands do me velvet shower
 In your body blanket my soul becomes you

 ~~~~Jawahar Gupta ~~~~~

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