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Your bulging eyes and rosy lips 
nadir dip sorrow comes in bosom an iceberg my untold rigmarole mood cramps in you 

your untidy glory like a serpent in bosom hiss me feel my hands and shoulders on you your watery transparent breast blows me lava in you 

your zig zag desire reveals a prismatic 
arrogance angle to angle passion and love and dejection tangle 
over come the obstacles 
O! lady my love keep me in angle. 
---- Kamal Kishore Sharma 
Date: Thursday May 30, 2019
  Word notes:
   Nadir: the lowest point,  low water mark,  rock bottom 
   Rigmarole: n. lengthy process,  fuss,  
a lengthy and complicated procedure 
   Glory: n. high renown or honour won by notable achievements (eminence)
   Arrogance: n. haughtiness,  the quality of being arrogant 
   Dejection: n. a sad and depressed state,  low spirits, despondency 
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Kamal Kishore Sharma 
Behind Hotel Midtown Sneh Nagar 
Balaghat ( MP) India 481001
9424614441  8966088853 
Date: Thursday May 30, 2019