Listening to the music from his flute <br />all senses go numb and I go mute <br />The flowers, the birds and the bees <br />then, all dance around me <br />Poision turns to sweet nector <br />as you are my only mentor <br />Oh! My Krishna my saviour <br />you are my reservoir! <br /> <br />~14/10/08~<br /><br />Deepti Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reservoir-2/
