Dreams And Desires Of An Ascetic!

O breeze, the gentle breeze of dreams and desires,
Come to my door steps and knock the door in whisper,
When you try to climb through the balcony to surrender,
Hold the creeper robes, not hurt those flowers,
When you sneak through the windows of wisdom,
Make sure you have the facts and figures as audience,
You may not have the password to open my heart's website,
Stand still in attendance, you may be summoned to exit.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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