Jawahar Gupta

Your Touch Transforms Me

Your Touch Transforms Me
 My head is resting on your flower
 Your hands do me velvet shower,
 Your heartbeat is melodious murmur
 Your warm lap raises my clouds tower

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

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

 You transform me what I am not but you
 In your body blanket my soul becomes you

 ~~~~Jawahar Gupta ~~~~~

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