Like morning streak of ray,. falling on earth
making it pinkish warm and is worth
on tender flower opening its eye
such is your gentle touch hey my guy!
Like piercing thorn caring rose buds
from evil , devilish ,impure thugs
so you shield from follies of world
bestow your love on me unfurled .
How warm is the feel of your touch and care
me feel like caught in a beautiful snare
a cage ,i yearn to live long life
hey gentle touch ! you make me survive.
You become my life and my guard
life without you a game so hard.
Arti Rai
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