Beneath the sacred canopy,
Where whispers of the forest sigh,
Come, Mallika, with me, you’ll see
The world in hues of emerald sky.

The lotus blooms, a fragrant spell,
In waters pure, reflecting grace,
While secrets that flowers tell
Adorn the beauty of your face.

The shadows dance in dappled light,
A symphony of green and gold,
In this serene and gentle night,
A tale of love begins to unfold.

The river sings its lullaby,
As breezes weave through ancient trees,
And stars align in the velvet sky,
Their shimmer soft, a tender tease.

Come, Mallika, let us be free,
Within this temple nature has made,
Beneath the sacred canopy,
In dreams where love shall never fade.

:: 08.01.2024 ::