Love was So Thick

Long ago, you were a
priest of ancient gods. Now you want to
sleep in a beautiful sarcophagus.

You feel as if somebody
gropes you when you sleep, but forgetfully
a dot comes in between. Was it misconduct.

Unsealing a lotus flower,
when the poet sits on the coiled cobra.
After all you were also a creator.

Poet brings in a novel idea that every one is a creator by begetting children.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003