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When You Are Near
by Tony WhitakerHer sitar sings me a serenade
on this warm and humid moonlit night
as she strums my world and notes delight.
This Indian Queen who fills my dream
then twirls her veils in a delicate dance
this mind held hostage as she enchants.
Her face could make any man submit
she charms us with such sharpened wit.
Ill hold these memories until I quit.
Her smile warms as her words embraces
this world of cold and darkened faces
So goodbye my princess and know Im one
warmed by the fire of your souls sun.
Born from your womb of words I hear,
so much more to life when you are near.
03/24/2008 Author's Note: To my friend Raj who I now leave behind as I move to Switzerland. May you continue to find success in life and keep Nanak by your side!
Posted on 03/24/2008
Copyright © 2026 Tony Whitaker
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