Sobhan Kumar Kommala

I wonder what words
Can describe the beauty of my village!
The murmurs of purple mouthed pegions
From the turrets of the temple,
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Dear,
The thought
You leave me alone
Makes me forlorn
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I always expect
My being with you
Like, the bark to a tree,
Colour and fragrance of a flower,
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Jasmine,
Oh, the most fragrant,
Amongst all the flowers,
You must be specially blessed by God,
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The eyes which are filled with lustful feelings...
How can they see the beauty of the nature?
The heart which craves for flesh and blood...
How can it know about peace and freedom?
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I don't know,
How wine makes the body float!
But each thought of yours,
Makes me inebriated!
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