the garden is aglow
with the moon shining
through the bower of honey-suckle,
giving a bright aura,
in a darkened night
in mollys garden.
in a dense of passion flower,
and night jasmine,
the creepers of krishnas love
and entwined hearts dwell
the life of all lovers.
as the night unfolds,
the blue water-lily
spreads its petals,
eager to touch the moon beams.
the flower and me
awaiting for the nightscape
to be over !
in such an hour of joy
my heart quivers and skips…..
many nights i have laid awake,
thinking about her
unflinging passion for natures bounty.
days have gone by,
flowers have bloomed and withered,
hummingbirds and bees,
have sucked nectar
to their fill,
yet,a longing remains
to hug molly in her garden !
