A glass of golden orange with shards of ice
Fresh green salads tossed with the desire
That the spark of attraction
Is set on fire...
The table set with lace and flowers
Sparkling crystal under shady bowers
Of mango blossoms in glorious bloom
The voice of a koel fills the air
As it beckons the late afternoon...
Strains of Figaro mask the drum beat
Of his straining heart in the heat
Of quickening dreams
Of awakening hope
Of loves epiphanies...
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