Meet in the evening
Come ! Come ! My love in a shady bower
that way under hill, under tall tower.
The sun is scotching ,shining bright,
look ! it gained it's highest height.
Moreover, the path is stony way
the sun will throw it's pinching ray.
Keep in mind ! Your tender feet
it may get hurt, it may get bleed.
Why not meet in the evening dusk
among red rose , among the musk.
Chirping birds will twit in ear
air is cool and there no fear.
Let the time of eve be fix
we will embrace ,we will mix.
Arti Rai
Come ! Come ! My love in a shady bower
that way under hill, under tall tower.
The sun is scotching ,shining bright,
look ! it gained it's highest height.
Moreover, the path is stony way
the sun will throw it's pinching ray.
Keep in mind ! Your tender feet
it may get hurt, it may get bleed.
Why not meet in the evening dusk
among red rose , among the musk.
Chirping birds will twit in ear
air is cool and there no fear.
Let the time of eve be fix
we will embrace ,we will mix.
Arti Rai
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