My dreams are pregnant with sweet eyes!

'I’m expecting: heavens will move!
   And, soon, we’ll reach our mango-grove!!

Your consents have opened those doors:
That, now, I’m viewing Edens pure!
Those rising waves:
Those shiny shores:
Are worthy of a fail-less lure!
   My words are light; enshrouds dullness!
   How can I express gratefulness?
   But you have heard: eyelids make sound!
   Your senses are peerlessly crowned!
Now, moistened winds are blowing fast:
Soon we shall reach our mango-grove!

   My dreams are pregnant with sweet eyes:
   That bestow on me price-less prize!
   I find they’re always in my thought!!
   Seek favors few: they bring a lot!

It’s measureless: what we, thus, got!
For these nectars, who bothers not?
   Let’s take to us, what has been brought!
   Let’s reach in time, our mango-grove!

Your hesitations were too tough!
- And, I could never venture bluff!
You’re too generous!
         You’re too handsome!
I’m rather, selfish, rudely rough!
      I was not that reasonable, too!
      And, lived isolated, from view!!
      I was too tough: to be handled such?
   For, world is business-like too-much!

Yet, you gave me your hand; and love!
Let’s enter, now, our mango-grove!'

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                           - G.R.Prakash

Very good lines abd jee