Some may consider you a pagan god
But you are the most handsome lord
You are blue in colour
And are invincible in valour

You reared the cattle
But led a pierce battle
You are the darling of shepherd women
And you are undoubtedly supra human
You play the flute with divine melody
No poet can extol your musical prosody
You are a thief of butter
No one can describe you better

Like Jesus you were born in a cattle shed
Your divine word the whole world spread
You are most romantic and highly philosophic
You are beyond the purview of any religious critic

She lives in the far off west
But her poems I consider to be the best
She writes with such an ease
That my gloom she will instantly release

She is not my lover
But my spiritual giver
I remember her for ever
She is a poetic tower

I live in the corner of the east
For my heart and soul her poetry is a feast
She has not even seen my face
I will try to compete with her in the poetic race
I know I am a tiny toy in space
But I will continue to adore her for her poetic grace

When I ***** in the dark
Her poetry strikes me like a divine spark
When bored , she gets me to her poetic park
If I feel totally depressed
Her poetry makes me completely refreshed
When I lose my hope, she becomes my pope

When I suffer from thirst
Her poetic juice does she ******
When I pine for hunger
She comes to me like a classical singer
And gifts me her poetic plum
And makes me blissfully calm

When I suffer from insomnia
She comes to my bed
And lulls me to sleep
When I awake from sleep
Through the window does she peep
Because of her many divine benefits I reap
She follows me day and night
And makes my life spiritually bright

What is in a name?
If it gets a lot of fame
Satan writes poems like God
Raskal is a wise poet
Viper is  abeautiful poetic creeper
Crystal Heart’s poetry is really very smart
Dawn to dusk writes poems with a great twist
One may be called with a beautiful name
His life might be full of shame
Some write poems with many fictitious names
The fellow poets call them by names
Your soul is more important than your so called name
Life is a mysterious and miraculous game
We leave this mythical world after playing our parts
Our aim should be winning more and more noble hearts

I am a man of great pluck
I rarely believe in luck
From the bottom I try to reach the peak
And try to know where I am weak

I know I am greater than I think I am
And try my level best to be calm and warm
And I have the courage to face any fierce storm
Encourage myself by beholding nature’s charm

I know trials and tribulations are very common
And I have to face them courageously as man
I am not worried about my life span
And try to live as best as I can

I do believe in cosmic power
And try to climb the spiritual tower
Nature gives me the ability to recollect
And soI stretch my every nerve to be perfect

I am an incomparable queen
My pristine beauty can only be seen
It can never be depicted in words
For me many kings draw out their swords

My lips are more beautiful than rose petals
And my hips are softer than jasmine bouquets
One may die looking at my bubbly *******
No wonder the kings want to enter my interior crusts

My eyes are lovelier than wild lilies
My hair flows on my shoulders like rivers
My waist makes a feast to beholders’ eyes
The cupid shoots at me the wreaths of flowers

But only a brave king enters the kingdom of my beauty
For him I devotionally discharge my romantic duty
And dedicate my body, heart and soul
That should be any woman’s natural goal