My dear blue lady,
You're in the middle of white beds,
Send your colourless flowers with cool breeze,
Hey, you colourless flowers come fast;
Touch the heart of blue lady's love,
Keep him cherished with your kissings
Until blue lady comes to her love,
Let him send his mail to her,
Through his natural messengers
called as Raptors,
Let him give her his colour of blue,
From his eyes familiar as Ocean,
Let him give you a huge space,
Where he can store you as
Rivers, Lakes, Ponds, Streams, Dams
At last in his eyes,
He will give you three-quarters of his part,
Delightfully fill his parts with your liquidity,
Let his creatures survive with the aid of you,
Let them worship you as Rain.
-Shannu Maa
©shanmathii
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