Virtuous
puff of air,
the Bhagavad-Gita
of his Vedic love
meandered tirelessly
through the pristine cave
in between
the twin pillars
of the human civilization
and blew its conch.
A corsage
of wild flower
sprouted in her eyes
and butterflies
sparkled over her head,
she quivered for a while,
and swayed gently - to and fro,
red – faced and breathing heavily,
with the puff of air - salubrious and warm.
Copyright 2009 Bhuwan Thapaliya
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Karen
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:) Ch'erie
In Christs Love
Michelle~