Not The Calf Love..
V Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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As a bee buzzes around the fragrant flower,
My thought moves around you for the nectar,
At least the bees make noise to attract the blooms,
But I am forbid as a rational human and kept quiet,
With a chirping bird in my own head, disturbing me nonstop,
Roam around of the muse, that lingers and links
With your movement, passing all these moments,
A torture at this part, thinking of you is the only pastime.
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