No strange when love captivates you at fifty
Where the beloved is none else than a lass
With chanting voice, magical eyes, rare beauty
And body Apsaras can't match en masse.
Some strange the lass' latching onto you fast
And loving you if none else does exist
On earth. So is for you - yours flying full mast,
Even death for her, finding hard to resist.
But all strange when your love is never sexual
By any virtues that bind you together
At peace - with her head on your pectorals
Or your head at rest on the feet of her...
Thus, sacred navigates our love 'strong blood' -
Between ageless goddess and ageing god.
- N P SAMAL
Nice sir.....lovely thought
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