The looks are intoxicating
Piercings way deep inside
The muted heart is craving
Both these arrows with the bow
Are killing me alive,
They say queens eyes fake it
On time of deep love migrate
My loving eyes do travel in palanquin
Right by the honey stream
Its now the bathing time
The flute is staggering
Oh . Golden form of Queen
*The eyes lights up Each other
Like camphor lamps
The touch of hands are sparking
Electric fire
Upon this stage of passion this
One-act play is on
The pleasure are leading me
In my native dame !
Im swaying here & there
Like a swing
I am boiling in desire
That burns like fire
Right by the honey stream
Its now the bathing time
The flute is staggering,
Ohhh ohhh
Golden women
Author: Vivek _katib
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