Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

A Psalm Of Kiss


A kiss of mother,
To her lovely child,
Is a trailing divinity,
On earth we find.

A kiss from a sage,
As we feel and guess,
Awakens the God in us,
With His divine lips' touch.

A kiss from a friend,
Stirs our drooping mind,
And the echo of the hearts,
In the common reflector shine.

A kiss from a passionate lady,
Ignites the fire in the body,
A the guy feels irresistible tie,
To uncover the book for study.

A kiss often tongues psychic cyclone,
As the burning dumb in its absence moans,
And it sets link the hammer on the anvil,
The morbid-sordid in common battle it kills!

Submitted: Friday, September 30, 2011
Edited: Saturday, October 01, 2011

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