Treasure Island

Ravindra Kumar

(02 July 1951 / India)

Embrace Me


Come and kiss
Embrace me:
Hesitate not, nor fear;
I born to delight ye.
Oh! My dear.

Young bucks, aristocrats and knights,
All are my slave.
It is I - -
Deserve abode in heaven-cave,
Even than questionable why?

Proudly, I equip.
Extra passion,
Armour to snowy nip,
Command over the chronic tension,
Democratic skip.

Ancient Rome
Played a pivotal role,
In making glorious;
My history whole.
Cato-Virgil's works reveal wide precious.

High consumption,
On ground of
Casual foiling or accumulated wealth;
Certain will do the job,
Injury to health.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Edited: Friday, February 28, 2014

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Qualities, nature and bad effects of the wine.

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