IF I WERE A BANGLE IN YOUR HAND

I would be happy to get molten in a furnace hot

And get molded and wrought,

To be made a bangle to decorate your delicate wrist,

And caress your tender hands in my tryst.

From your fragrant hand I would get fragrant,

And roam around your hands like a vagrant,

In my passion I would get vibrant,

And always be tinkling and never silent

As you nestle your head on the pillow of your hand at night,

I would whisper my vows of love in your ears with delight,

I would pay homage to your beautiful face,

Getting inebriated by its divine grace.

I will be the voice of your silent lips,

And twirl at the touch of your finger tips,

Even if you remove me and put me in a box,

I would wait for you  looking at the clocks   

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