POSSESSIVENESS

I am jealous of wind that kisses your face,

I hate the sun that captures your grace,

I frown to them who catches your glimpse,

I detest the lilies that touch your limbs,

 

I don’t want rain drops to feel your scent,

I don’t want birds to enjoy your trance,

I want you to be my flames of desire,

I want you to be my soul’s attire,

 

People wander to attain the blessings divine,

I look up to you, for you are the idol of my SHRINE………….

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