Assert bef. Deserted

The love I have for you

            Is a bud on a plant.

At the sunshine of your

            Concern it has to bloom.

Don’t be dumb, nor keep mum.

The love I have for you

            Is a bird, a singing bird,

For your ear to hear

            It will have to spell out.

Don’t be deaf, nor to muff.

`The love I have for you

            Is a flower that hides

With shyness to the sun light

            And much coyness to bees.

No need to be bashful.

You starve, I crave,

If we fail to assert,

 the world would desert us.

19.05.95, Bhubeneswar