👁👁ᎷᎩ ᎻᎤᏞᎩ ᏩᏒᎪᎨᏞ -That inspired me to scribble the verbals. 

  
              ***A Tarantella of Emotions***

* Would my Soul be ripened by your seeds of love?
Has thou grown in my heart and poured your soil into my being,
I was waiting to get ripened, just staring at the sky, 
Your eyes found me, I was irrevocably  beguiled, 
You dropped kindness, you never ceased to smile,
My destiny so dark, turned into sunshine.
A virtual Bliss dropped me in your abode...
My mind hastened, my heart couldn't stop to smile.

Enchanting and transporting, your soul confined in mine ,
In the garden of heaven, 
You became my Blossoming flower of delight*


                            --------###Janaki  Mehta.###  

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