Ramble...
As I ramble down your heart,
I found another wondrous earth,
Occupied with lush green grasses,
Amid humming rhythm of bees akin to brass.
On the memory lane of your peaky mountains,
I ramble with the shower of fountains,
Caressing the buds of Lily, Rose, and Jasmine,
Wanting to cuddle with warming sunshine.
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The garden of thy heart is vaster than the sky,
For my blurry eyes,
To get hold of another end,
As it continues on meanders and bends.
I keep rambling along the drumming rivers,
With company of rattling leaves of a quiver,
Singing the melody with the tempo of birds,
Mating lustrously with those coy spring buds.
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For thy love, I will keep rambling down the street,
As my admiration for your fleets,
In every verse of mine, I bleed,
The purity of adoration akin to the sleet.
©® Bagawath Bhandari
WIP ADMINISTRATOR
BHUTAN