When I was awestruck
               When I was awestruck

He descends
From heaven
And intoxicates me
With his lips
Pressed on my
Wet lips
Painting his love
All over me

He sings song
Of the colors
Love threw on us
His tone drives me crazy

I am drawn
Towards him
I flow free
As I reach him
I fall off my dream
Murmuring the
Verses of his song

~Badal’s Memoir

March 17, 2017

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