Treasure Island

Harihar Jha


Don't Feel Shy


Don't feel shy in the sweet moments darling!
lest the redness of dawn may hide under the clouds

Wine from your eyes is for me to consume
flowers in your laughter for me, my fragrance
river of youthful rapture is not to disperse
beauty like a red rose for me to delight

Be stylish or smile but don't feel shy
lest the redness of dawn may hide under the clouds

Your charming, melodious, titillating song
drunk in desire, still innocent quite
in a wave of love so high and strong
your beauty like rainbow pleasant and bright

Flood my soul with joy, don't feel shy
lest the redness of dawn may hide under the clouds

Submitted: Saturday, September 14, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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