Quiescent desires trod along, inactive mind drools a lot
The riches of Indies, Liz's diamond, I would give all, just for a thought
Eyes quiet do not glitter; gold is no more perennially sought
Let me hear, and decipher what your mind has quietly wrought.
Hair swells, face covered, arms flexed and lips are bent
Such efforts, such beauty, all for a smile it is spent
Lights shimmer, suddenly when picking up your aanchal you decide to move
Bent curves, exemplified now, shadows deepening in the sacred grove
Twining twirls your black curls come in-between your bosom heaving
Eyes alive now and they speak how! Silently saying, “Not forthcoming”
My mind is losing restraint, Leaping desires hopingly arrive
Take a kiss or whatever pricing, on your bosom let them dive
Talk’s talk and action’s action are ornaments of sparse affection.
Impedimenting and dementing the lust of love to utter dejection
Quiet quiescent, order of words, quiet quiescent feelings can't be,
Oddly inept, away are swept, rough and rumbling raging sea.
Words now and words more are inept inert lack of feeling
Excuse of a recluse, for his blindness, for the ineptitude of his seeing
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