The
sight of my honey’s hair pulls me to her
Lustrous
, overflowing , superfluous hair
Want
to comb,comb and comb coursing my fingers in trance
Pulling
to my nostrils to smell it’s intoxicating fragrance
Her
hair flows, floating in air extolling the flombayance
Who
else’s could be this than my honey’s?
Brimming with aroma of it’s own, so nice
Laced
with flowers covered by transparent veil
It’s
breath taking, soul-stirring, vibrant holy grail
Mesmerizing
the mind on it’s sweet trail
Golden
hair, swirling hair, curly hair
Buoying
my moods and spirits higher
Pleasant memories lingering longer
not
moving away, staying put stronger
playing
playing with my honey’s hair encore!
The
hair so silky soft yet most powerful in the world
Urges
me to take her in my arms with no void
To
kiss her magical hair fondly in love
To
cherish the moments forever in love
Play,
play, play all the time live!
-Mohan Sanjeevan
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