Salute Like You Poem by Anil Mallick

O tiny bosom friend short in length
you waken yeer kins and kiths out of slumber,
without thee love is like a dark humors
artists tune their stings but not heard
bride of all mausam, you drive hems.

Who made thee, lunar or Gregorian?
You capture all in one wings to immortal edges
Why you are so soft, so short and so cunning?
I would be not an orphan if you were a tortoise.

O dear, you fade pursuing your beloved onces.
I wish flourishing and cherishing in thee.
Your motions are like a Chita not of a camel.
I urge thee to be a chameleon all ages in.

Oh! you are a greater than Prospero and dr. Faustus
great of you, black art fames and ruin others and thyself,
uniting hearts and reducing in tiny pieces are your majestic
Oh! Ay make up before you come again.

Come patiently! at the time you come,
Gathering all honey bees together.
fetching those broken and turned ones as nectar
I plea thee be generous and alterable in time
Dews of hearts reunite all in all.

Come, brining newness and refresh breeze
Your just act holds epitome high above
And more juice to on going onces.
All together let's make one loving home
A home of glory and a home of love.