Sopping Flower 🌺

You open to me in the heat of the sun,

Your purple color runs in my veins,

Your beauty is a divine perfume,

My life is imbued with your quintessence;

Once you teach me how to dance,

We twirl and we swirl in the wind,

A joyous song in our heart,

Heedless of the hammering rain;

Secretly in the chill of dusk,

You fold your dying petals,

Enclosing me in the depth of your soul.

Anita Bacha

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Altar Flowers

Yesterday’s close tight buds,

This morning ravishing full blooms,

Picked delicately from my garden,

Laid devoutly at your altar,

Shine their light like a hundred diyas,

A string of silent words,

An unwritten poem to my beloved.

Anita Bacha

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Without You

Without you,

I am sad,

Feeling bad,

I am missing you;

Wooing long distance relationship,

Missing your hug and your kiss;

You are the blush on my lips,

You are the scent on my clothes,

You are my favorite rose 🌹

Without you,

I still love you 😍

Anita Bacha

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The Divine Dance

My sweet beloved
Dance with me
On this melody of love 💕

My sweet beloved,

Your lover dances,

Whirls and swirls,

On heavenly music;

Intoxicated with agony,

Your lover spins,

Twirls and swirls,

Longing for your lips;

My sweet beloved,

Dance with me

On this melody of love,

As I am in you,

You are in me,

You are the essence of the essence.

Anita Bacha

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