Pride Print

By Chinmaya Chawhan

In a world of fading ink prints,

I want to be your permanent embroidery;

Everyday filled with little love sprints,

Wherein with each lap you run you win a new part of me.

Reach me, let's in talks be mellow;

A tension between us, we are magnetic.

To sort out quarrels we don't need a third fellow,

Different from others, our love is galactic.

Let's redefine love,

Live God's prophecy;

And in our hearts shove

A naive teenage rush of intimacy.

A sequence of soft kisses,

Pink and purple skies every day we see;

A rainbow vibe unleashes,

Heart clouds afloat above every blooming tree.

With you around, luck I claim,

You are my five leaved clover;

Announcing loudly who I am,

Darling, your true lover.

By Chinmaya Chawhan