Portry

My eyes captured his crimson chuckles
He was creeping on all as hue of hilarious hour
My lips complained of sweet pain he painted on them
Glaring him was glorious feast to eyes widened in wonder
Though he’s the same each day eyes mine get tired never in admiring his beauty
Lips mine do never vex smiling at him in gratitude
What a beauty, you’re dear Sun God!
I know you don’t forget to please me again and again
Aah! How fortunate I am! How fortunate are my eye which sink you in them!
Thanks dear Almighty for blessing me this happiness!
Thanks to the celestial body that has let me dip myself in this happiness!!

@Raji❤
Pc:
Sriram Sagar Project, Pochampad, Nizamabad.