When love becomes passionate

And feelings cross the barriers

The rushing emotions surrender

To unknown encounter.

The succulent juices thrive

The breath do exercise

The luscious body craves

For the lovers slow enchantment.

Ever surrounded by such waves

Of sentiments, To remember and strife

On Memoirs so realistic and clear.

To dance in the tunes of life.

                                                                                  ~ Dr. Shivangi Srivastava

                                                                                            Motihari, India