Your fragrance has etched it-self
Upon my tired senses.
Like rain drops,
Its tender touches,
Illuminate,
The dark corners of my heart,
Its tender touches
Wet my parched soul
And brings wishful relief.
Its tender touches,
Washes the mud from my eyes.
Its tender touches
Sweetly causes my heart to bleed.
Its tender touches
Leads me,
To pour this blood
An offering
At your feet.
Name: Alisha Khan
Web Site: http://www.writers-network.com/index.cgi?m=1&do=profile&who=27420
Bio: Poetry and prose flow out of my inner being, I am helpless but to write in all sincerity. My greatest gain and sweetest pleasure is that the words that flow out of my soul touches the depths of the understanding and lingers upon the hearts and minds of all that read.Welcome to follow me on Twitter @AlishaKKhan https://twitter.com/#!AlishaKKhan
Aap ki kavita dil ko andar tak sparsh karti hai…aap bahut dub kar likhati hai….
Lovely