Lotusrose

Your petals of love blossom like a Lotus

And shimmer like a delicate rosy Rose

You are Lotusrose

The fragrance of your flower floats like an elixir in the wind, and intoxicates,

Like the blossoming, gently waving Lotus

Your beauty glows as the cherry crimson rose

In the full glory of the blossom of the soft petals

The heart and soul of every floating beetle

Swings like a pendulum in love

At the mesmerizing sight of the lovely glow

Of the beauty of your Lotusrose in full bloom

One does not have to draw the family tree

Understand the emotion,

Shanaa should not strip bare the spirit of the word in any and every sense

We see the Mothers and Sisters and milfammas , 

With the respectful and regardful eye only

Who are fit only for giving blessings and maternal hugs

We see the beauty of the Lotusrose,

Only of the Dream Girls, with a passionate loving eye

We are the naughty beetles

Even the real rose withers

Before the beauty of your Lotusrose in full blossom

The heart and body turns to molten wax

In front of your burning passions of Lotusrose

The fragrance of the elixir of your loving passion

The glistening love of your dew of passions

Engulf the sizzling passionate love

In the glory of the blossoming beauty of your Lotusrose

Even the naughty beetles become your worshipers

On a single glance of the intoxicating beauty

Of your blossoming delicate Lotusrose

The poets forget the words of their poetry

At the sight of the Dream Girls, blossoming beauty of Lotusrose

The floating whiff of the fragrance of your, Lotusrose

Engulfs the senses and will make everyone your hermit

Younger women are interesting, older women are mother figures

The soft petals of the flower of the beauties, ignite to simmer

On hearing these words of the naughty beetles

But Dream Girls are Dream Girls only

They are the beauty of the blossoming delicate Lotusrose

Every beetle is at the feet of the Dream Girls only

And we bow our heads in respect and regard

For every Mother figure, milfamma

Dream Girls, you are a flower, the beauty of the blossoming Lotusrose

You are the gift of nature, by the Divine

You are the desire, the passion of life

You are every word of a poem

The essence of every poem, of every beetle

Is from the beauty of your blossoming delicate Lotusrose

You are the beginning, you are the end

Your beauty of the blossoming Lotusrose, Is the origin of life, of nature

Without the beauty of your Lotusrose, nothing exists

The glow of the beauty of your blossoming Lotusrose

Mesmerizes the essence and the soul, from the Divine to the mortal

You are Dream Girl

You are in the Dream of all

You are in the essence and soul of all

Some write a poem on you, by becoming a poet

Some try to lose their passions for you, in the depths of their hearts

By standing on their one feet, pretending to be devout

You are flower, you are a woman

you are delicate Rose

you are beautiful Lotus

You are the fragrance engulfing, beautiful blossoming delicate Lotusrose

You are the gift of the Divine to nature, to life  

You are Dream Girl, you are Woman

You are Kavita – the Divine poem on the Divine valley of flowers of Heavens

You are Woman, you are Dream Girl

The players, should not be abused, like the Michaels of the game

By the commentators, riff-raff, amateurs

The players, the Michaels of the game

Are the true poets, true admirers, true devouts, of their game

The true adorers, of the gift of the Divine

They are the ones that give passion a meaning

They are a poem and poetry

Everyone and anyone can not be a player

Those who have the Divine grace, to be a player of a game

Are humble to the Divine and humble to Mother nature

The words in the written poem took time to come for the Michaels of the game

But time is of the essence , nothing happens before time,

When it is time, it is time

With all and full respect, too, you are a woman

Jai hind, Shivay, Mahadev