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21st April, 2002 | 20:20 – 20:35

O thou
heat-begotten, gaseous orb,
shooting rays seems your only job –
thinking you can burn-ish me?
I can shut you up
with but a blink of me.
But I won’t do so –
‘coz then I’d lose her sight –
she, my reason to live.

With hair flowing breezily aloft,
her’s is a voice so silky soft.
She lives her life with a gay abandon –
her skin color? Earthly – sand-one.
Her walk would put a cat to shame,
her love’s the only path to my fame.


Ok. so you may find this one a bit cheesy. I found it too – but was written from heart a dirty dozen years ago, and sharing it so!