Arab Evening Seas call me every now and again Water hugs the Malabar The call from far away land Breezes through the still evening The cacophony of the boat's engine The neons lit in sea-city The water drunk in love My heart overflowing in beats Morning and noon flooded with night Green ways all around Malini walks hand in hand In the silent sun of the sea-land
Malini’s Marigolds Marigolds – yellow, red, saffron The bed strewn with marigold flowers Fragrance showers my body Dream flowers wash away stagnation Malini, the one who plucks flowers Lives in a distant village She comes in the morning, and at times when night turns evening She comes smiling silently with the stars Malini loves me Talks slowly and quietly She plucks flowers with care I live in flower bed for times to come.
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