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.
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.
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