The sun and its fantabulous brilliance
a blinding light
yellow violet red all in a divine mishmash
ans she emerges
in all white surrealism
a fairy
an energy
an aura of supernatural might
touches me
like a mother
like the gentle fragrant breeze
and I cry like a child
all in embrace with thee....
kindness warmth never felt before
I know
all my poems are rubbish
and my songs all out of tune
but if if even a letter
touches thy feet my pricess
my godess
my efforts would prove
worthwhile and true....
my efforts would prove
worthwhile and true......

anurag duggal

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