Her heart was a synagogue
Sacred and celestial!
Where She enshrined my love,
And adored me as her King,
She solaced the crucified pain
Of my heart's crucible,
With her incessant rain of love.
Variegated dreams she painted,
In iridiscent colours,
In my murky heart's canvas.
Her love satiated my heart's desires.
But all I could satisfy her in my scarcity,
Was wth my heart's words!

VIPINS PUTHOORAN

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