Come, My Dear Poem by LALATENDU KABI

Come, My Dear



The bud says, 'Come soon, ' to the flying Butterfly,
'Life's short and I will rot as time passes by.

'Before time runs off my life, come with open lips,
My nectar is flowing out my dear, take your early sips.

'In my body and my mind, fill a thrill with a loving kiss;
Do convert my temporal youth into an ocean of bliss.'

Come, My Dear
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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LALATENDU KABI

LALATENDU KABI

Rairangpur, Mayurbhanj, Odisha, India
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