Navel Thoughts.

my prince ! he came,

 gave me a red rose and told,

" oh my darling ! come

a kiss with love for you."

who is he !

you may tell his place

but don't reveal his name

and don't neglect his love !

month of thai

and time for pongal has come ;

kewda flowers are blooming

strong fragrance has started spreading;

rangoli has been drawn

inside and outside the house ;

my eyes with desires

not closed and lost the sleep;

the blowing cool breeze

has become hot;

it is long since

 locking my eyelids;

these conditions are by whom,

come and tell my dear :

as my prince ! he came,

gave me a red rose and told,

" oh my darling ! come

a kiss with love for you."

i may acquire the status of maharani,

the golden palanquin arriving 

from the streets of the sky,

en route, they sprinkle the golden flowers,

the nightingales reciting to invite me.

the whole city becoming under my rule

and my procession leading every day,

the rivers turning into flow of honey,

hereafter, every day will be 

the day of festival:

as my prince ! he came,

 gave me a red rose and told,

" oh my darling ! come

a kiss with love for you."

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Human after severing mothers' umbilical attachment 
try to establish their own genetic internet.
Yes, traffic jam in that effort.
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After the hard work in the field
he comes for quenching the hunger.
After feeding him,
she spreads the pallav of her saree
on the green grassy strip, 
under the dark shade of the nearby neem tree;
both rest together
he holding & guarding the treasure.
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