Welcome and keep
I would always welcome and keep
Even strangers within walls but never weep
As it may speak of double standard
Force me to think afresh and fall backward
As human being I have dreamed
Retained all sun rays which are beamed
Not for any use but for freshness like rose
It is freshness and fragrance I always choose
I would never say anyone to go
I will never shut my memory even to flow
Those things may keep me loosely in relation
Never take me off the guard and raise any question
I shall present lovely flower
Little murmur with mild answers
Eyes down with shyness on face
Clear indication of surrender in race
That may cool down the rage of enemy
Anger from friends and shower blessings from almighty
What else I need to dream in delicate situation?
I wish harmonious relation with smooth continuation
I would love to read language of humanity
There may not be any setback for possibility
As it is unexplored and barren adventure
Nothing expected in return to assure
Yet I would love to steal the show
Facilitate the river to sing and flow
Not to damage the bank and cut the edge
Request trees to lower their branches and acknowledge
I would love moon to spread silver dragnet
Fall its rays over water and reflect
To present another dubious impression
And show strong relation in emersion
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Truth Always Touch
Truth always touch the heart
As it is God gift and natural art
Its fragrance emanate from beautiful flowers
After the rain had lashed the ground with shower
What does it make when mix with clay?
Land smile with joy and happily play
Mix with its forceful flow in anticipation
Start of new day with new bond and relation
What a scene to observe and enjoy?
Complete green as if new baby with toy!
Even blind man can smell its freshness
Truth has power to show it in any case
It is selfless sacrifice
Stuffed with full of promises
It will never die or fade
We shall respect it and never trade
Thy blessings seen on in each flower
Original color to be had with fewer
Rose, pink and blue attract near
Where does stand then the fear?
Close the gap and long for embrace
Bring the shine on beautiful face
Step out to watch for beautiful scenery
Divine love art blessed by almighty
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When Nature Stands For
What can I do when nature stands for?
All kinds of love and return for sure
That spring after autumn to care
Dream about monsoon and come out in open to dare
I don't know about vague reference
But I try to live in its shadow and presence
Love is something that attracts me
Confines not in walls but come out to feel free
I love smiling faces and flowers
Not of gardens alone but of desert coming after showers
Just of simple nature and always in spread up position
What to speak of their fragrance beautiful composition!
I offer open smile when come across
To look at some one and deliberately choose
To throw open the gesture in recognition
Without any malafied intention, spark or ignition
In a romantic man resides lovely creature
Sees in positive style and thinks of beautiful future
What is wrong if one involves in imagery position?
Dreams of beautiful company and creation of romantic relation
You may not be good looking
But certainly capable of nice cooking
Stories of attachment and close association
That may certainly drive to the elevation
Is it not the same feature with all human?
Look with beautiful eyes and summon
To fall in lovely relation with no desire
But simply raise the level of understanding and admire
I go for it without existence of slight doubt
It has nothing to do with lust and talk about
It is natural nature that compels you to love
Behold in faith and generously believe
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Words May Be Less
I have longed for your association
Dreamed about long stay with relation
It was you who made me smile
Otherwise it was hell for a while
I can't forget that lovely moment
When almighty had certainly sent
A chance to make strong union with bond
I opted for it and was very much fond
I have longed for your association
Dreamed about long stay with relation
It was you who made me smile
Otherwise it was hell for a while
I can't forget that lovely moment
When almighty had certainly sent
A chance to made strong union and bond
I opted for it and was very much fond
What will I choose if offered?
Never a thought to be differed
He is all for me in future journey
With clear blessings from almighty
Females may always want to settle
In life at later stage to feel well
Not to worry and face no troubles
As life is full of struggle
Some gentle whisper do magic in ears
As if moving on wider horizon with no fears
It is extreme zenith and peak
Where words may be less to speak
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Minimum Level
Let the truth remain to its level of minimum
But the lies should not dominate at maximum
As it will wrack the hard core element of life with its relation
Everything will be demolished and raise the questions
Think of damage and its consequences there after
When it has become known and apparent later
It might have then brought everything at stand still
Leaving behind tail of distrust and almost ill will
I know for sure that eyes speak no untruth
You may need nothing as an extra proof
The company may be needed at each turn
For the love and affection to respond and return
No one can definitely say about lust or real
It remains closely guarded secret and concealed
How can a human mind speak in anticipation?
When whole thing is built round honesty and relation
Sometimes we listen to but not attentively
We commit nothing and assure tentatively
This raise mistrust level and forecast doom
Leaving behind no chance for return in room
Any affection or attachment comes after long consideration
But once it is cemented then it has consent with full indication
It is grown at enormous speed with full commitment
You can feel k exhilaration in those happy moments
Sometimes it creates thaw in relation get stranded
Others sentiments are not taken care of and offended
Whole relation comes at stake and runs into rough weather
It faces grinding halt and adds concern for everybody to bother
Those moments prove costly in life and de-shape the imagination
The relation on which whole future evolved causes great alienation
Both are drifted apart much to the embarrassment and concern
Life has taken different course with point of no return
As it has been observed and advocated in precise terms
Truth always forms strong foundation at each turn
After all it is trust and confidence that is grown from feeling
Nothing should be done at this level when it comes almost willing
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Face May Not
Face may not reveal at all
You may be inviting imminent fall
It is evasive illusion spread around
With naked eyes it is never found
Silence cuts no much ice
Sadness may reveal no break of promises
Tears in eyes may speak nothing
Bubbles appear in water to say something
We pick nothing worthwhile and fall to trap
There are wide differences in perception with gaps
We take precautions wrongly and get deception
As we trust more and falter from the inception
Face may look so innocent
It may be hiding with lots of unsaid comments
Why do we cheat others and rejoice?
Keep wearing mask over head and feel so nice
So sometimes hard faces turn mild
They appear rude and cruel but turn very kind
They speak harsh but flow with kind words
Not advise you to fall back but move forward
It has to camouflage so many things
Sometimes to be retained without any dig
It should never surface on the face
It may become known and create problem in such case
Any how face is in fact a true mirror
It may speak of any fault or error
You may find it hard to contain
Calm posture is very difficult to maintain
Only the shroud person may survive
He may hold it for long and strive
For good and healthy relation
And at the same time give no indication
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Some one near by
I sensed some one near by
Moved head to see and try
It was just wind's flow
That tried gently to blow
May be it had some sensation
Very kind with known relation
I failed to understand
I must have known it as close friend
She was whispering slowly
As wind blew nearly
Without any speed
Very much eager to lead
I remembered her gentle hands
Put on my eyes to make me not to see blind
But that reminded me of her body fragrance
I had occasion to smell it by chance
I was so much blown by your presence
That was as if I felt as real essence
The love has special attraction
That can't be substituted by any action
I fear to be blown off into pieces
As it may fail to withstand embrace
You wear gorgeous look on face
I just feel its gentle presence
You have reminded me of precious relation
You were not present but purely gave an indication
You may not be with me all the times
But will always remind me with times
I am burning with rage
As if locked in cage
Let our love appear on golden page
And played beautifully on stage
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Dream home
An imagination for dream home continues
Not so particular about its construction or avenues
Not even location or in any particular place
Not so big, not ordinary also and not to look even palace
I shall prefer hut to big mansion
It will need no solid foundation
No fear of water logging or inundation
Natural air from all sides for enough ventilation
Well face to face rising sun
Same way silver rays from full moon
Stars too can twinkle and be seen through window
Cool breeze in morning silently to touch and flow
Eyes to explore vast horizon with no purpose
Think of its vastness and nothing more to suppose
Give all credit to almighty for creating such beautiful objects
Even looks itself gives freshness and influence views or try to inject
If it has river flow by the side with all its natural curves
What an object view it may create and definitely serve!
Such home can well be the pure imagination as an ideal home
We sand on the back of the river and smilingly welcome
Why do we go to the nature in the troubled period only?
It has lot more to serve the interest and avoid
The difficult and strenuous period to lapse
Create the self confidence and environment from turning tense
Not the mountains inject us with the idea to rise to that height?
Why even cracking thunder lights fail to dislodge it even late?
Solution is there for asking but we must have will power to act
The nature is always there and ready to help in fact
Even on flat surface green fields provide fresh air
Inhale little and you will freshness through hair
Mind that was bogged down may have fresh impulse
All the power to think afresh and strong resolve to repulse
Why to go to soul searchers to inside echo?
Why it should not travel at our will power and go?
Strike at the peak and come back with answer
But the language can be understood by fewer
Who has understood the sweet language of cuckoo?
It has made you to be carried away and fall through
The codes and its secrets getting slowly familiar
When mixed with lovely voice in the thick fresh air
I would prefer to be among tribal men and wonder in forest
It might have large area stretching from east to west
I shall have enough to eat and share its treasure
What can be real joy with all parameters unable to measure?
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The River That Murmurs
I will ask the river, that flows serene
I will speak to the sky
I will ask the river that murmurs
Not to ask me why
I cannot speak for myself.
That time has long since passed me by.
The river can murmur and sing
Unspent by passion: my voice
Will break like a terribly taut string.
My words will be grammatically and academically
Twisted (like that leafless tree) , unfortunately!
I want the river to speak, to speak
Alone, alone with thee.
The river can, softly and without tears
Tell you my dreams and my fears
I know you will listen:
And while city lights in the water glisten
You wont see the tears that shine on my face
No, that is a serious, sentimental place
That only I know;
Flow, river, flow.
Flow, river flow.
Speak to the only love I know.
Daybreak approaches soon
You and he by the light of the moon
Will murmur whilst I -
Will wait for you to bring me his reply.
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Look Not At
Look not at what he or she appears
They are the same since years
Their sweet voice ring constantly in ears
They are our real brothers, sisters and neighbors
I never saw ugliness
But read only happiness
When they spoke few nice words
That was as if blessings appeared from the lords
What we all need in real journey?
When not needed wealth or money?
Few words do the real trick
When we have strong resolve to stick
What makes us to feel for outer show?
May be some irritation when it grows
For a face unfamiliar or with ugly appearance
That has been given by almighty at once
Who can undo it for any good reason?
But an individual can be nice person
Good at heart and full of compassion
That is all needed now for good relation
I used to read lovely messages
When they may speak nothing due to old age
But I catch the intention when look at
Their eyes seems full of thanks when fully set
What can be good if beautiful face turns cruel?
With nothing in store to express or tell
I love ugly people (God forbade me)
Who always love and pose no trouble
I wish to be one among
Even if they go anytime wrong
I shall cherish their inner beauty
When they speak little but with blessings from almighty
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Frozen relation
When real relation is frozen or turned frost?
You are not loved at all but continue to be hated most
Some irritation starts creeping in mind
You see nothing except being rude and unkind
It so happens that words are misunderstood
Some bad words are taken for granted as good
It goes on till some ice is broken sincerely
But such thing happen seldom or rarely
The hatred plant grows enormously without being fed
Nourishment and other things are fuelled by friends
No one takes to reason and tries to make some improvement
It is allowed to worsen to such an extent that no time is left to resent
We have been molded in such a way to be carried very easily
Some of the words are picked just for nothing unnecessarily
It is quoted and misquoted to deteriorate the relation further
It adds to your tension and forces you think and relentlessly bother
Our human mind is product of all ills minus few good things
It remains puzzled and occupied all the time for something
Some where legs will be pulled for no cause at all
This will invite all troubles leading to scuffles and easy fall
It is not easy to develop relation and maintain it till the end
It depends on how much you compromise and shift the trend
You must be like river flow to change the course at every curve
Then only the passage will be made smooth and easy to serve
So many individuals think over this delicate issue and do not come to easy conclusion
There has to be always some exclusions and much to discomfort some inclusions
It is always give and take system that strengthens the relation
There can not be at any time good situation or favorable equation
You try to let go some of the thorny aspects and avoid the scene
The sweet results may be on card and a result will be seen
It is not always that any body can be fooled all the time to come
Some of the compromising stand may make them to think and welcome
As nature has taught us to be adaptable to some of the changes
New words can be inserted at any time on the brand new page
It may speak of altogether new story to create ever lasting impression
You are succeeding at all your attempt in the opening of the session
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A move to reveal
There is nothing more to reveal
Mind is to act as vault and conceal
No willingness to for help and heal
This is problem and tragedy real
Humanity is on shame and there is deal
It is simple show of sympathy and not real
How long we will cheat our own conscience and soul?
Do we want to sleep in night like owl?
It may not get changed
Everything is simply arranged
The stage show is well managed
The thought demolition is on and raged
It is real pity
There is no continuity
There is no standardization in quality
It is mere show of strength and clear ability
There may be immediate gain
It may not be felt as pain
The vanes may easily allow thick blood to flow
W may shut the eyes and unnaturally grow
No one has time to think and act
We have lost even courage to react
We silently surrender to the ill wish
It may kill us from within to finish
Nothing changes except one’s own will
One can choose the way and go on to kill
Either it may be the core like thing or concept
We are not still live to reality and ready no accept
We have learnt to live with dubious distinction
We love and like the burning situation with friction
This can easily lead us to smooth passage for extinction
Let us not forget our own survival in question
No one can break the ice
If it is done then may certainly look nice
We are still left with nice fixtures
The world looks so lovely with bright future
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A good or bad
We may have similar nature of different kind
The situation too would be hostile and unkind
We may have upper hand in terms of knowledge
Still we will be singled out even with clear edge
It is difficult to adjust with the situation
It may trouble us for its continuation
As they enter our life as reality
It may upset us and question our ability
We may not be able to confirm
We may not be able to confront either
Everything may look not to our test
Still we got to adjust and think as best
It may not go well with our belief
It may not give us at all any relief
Still it may be relation with new leaf
We got to forgo so many things and act as deaf
It may not compel us to do anything
But still we may miss in us as something
It shall not go as per our thinking
We may watch it helplessly with eyes only blinking
The problem may still persist
People may force on us and insist
We may not be in position to tell them to desist
They may pursue it vigorously and resist
This may cause some infuriation in mind
We may think over it nut unable to find
Any way out but fall in lines
It may hold good to watch on side lines
We may think it wrong and absurd
You may still want not to be of guard
You may try to go ahead with your own way
It is feared you may be pushed and driven away
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It is me
It is me
I have found the key
The treasure is within my reach
I shall lay hand on you to teach
Come along, walk with me and stay
As I won't allow you to go away
Think seriously of becoming mine
You will always feel fine
Relation hangs on balance
Give respect and take it at once
Love to live with ideals and integrity
That shall prove your worth and ability
You are just like rose flower
Only of its kind with magic power
I know about your being in special position
As other flowers are fine but not with beautiful composition
You may be fine woman with super class
Drawing attention of everybody in mass
I have chosen as my favorite
Only tie may prove that I was right
Acknowledge our relation and say yes
Show the shine with beautiful smile on face
I shall take you along for ever
Only you can act for me as face saver
Friends may cut joke
Often with satire and powerful stroke
I shall have to cut sorry figure
If you are not making it sure
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Not What You See
Love is not what you see
Love is bond and makes you feel free
Enjoy and be part of dreamy world
Always nice to be together in lovely fold
Don’t feel alone as we are one
We can make it nice one by one
You have your own way
But stay near and don't go away
Make it easy to take free air
No foul play and treatment very fair
This is strongest desire from female partner
As you will be her protector and Gardner
It doesn’t matter what you try and seek
It always matters that you remain strong and not turn weak
Love demands sacrifice at every turn
It is both the ways and mandatory to return
Why expect that only females may surrender?
They will have no say and merely fall under
For what has been unsaid and agreed for
So utmost care to be taken not to turn the relation sour
I have heard it number of times
The promises are forgotten sometimes
It may happen when tide turns in disfavor
Yet it should not be at the cost of personal honor
Leave it besides if it costs your relation
No bad emotions should be given any indication
Effort should be on to improve upon
The bond will not be lost but certainly won
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I Choose You
(r palmer)
I choose you
When love comes along you go with the flow
You should trust your feelings on it
When you get hit by the arrow youll know
Cupids aim is always on it
Its half past two now
Your face is lovely
Its only lit by candlelight
Just me and you here
Our room is quiet
Only our sighs and whispers
You dont choose who you fall in love with
You dont mess with the gods of love
You cant choose who you fall in love with
So I choose you
When love comes along you go with the flow
You should trust your feelings on it
When you get hit by the arrow youll know
Cupids aim is always on it
You mesmerise me
My head is spinning
This is much more than fantasy
Lost in your kisses
My senses tingle
We lose our inhibitions
You dont choose who you fall in love with
You dont mess with the gods of love
You cant choose who you fall in love with
So I choose you
Ohohohah
I choose
I choose you
I choose
I choose you
I choose
Oh babe I choose you
I choose
I choose you
Whooo
You dont choose who you fall in love with
You dont mess with the gods of love
You cant choose who you fall in love with
So I choose you
Whoo
You dont choose who you fall in love with
You dont mess with the gods of love
You cant choose who you fall in love with
So I choose you
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Personal wish
I was taught by parents not to hate or make any mention
They were right in their thinking with full assertion
Since then it has remained as my personal wish
I wanted the life to pass on easily and finish
So many times I had rough time with friends
There were altercation and scuffle at the end
It was making me bad as not good companion
Even though we advocated cause and were champion
We all decided to bury the differences
We had drawn lesson and inference
It was always good to think positive
Even though one can always remain subjective
When fire rages from within
It does not let any thing in
The anger and hatred can be visibly seen
No one would love to see your face or very keen
It is not going to serve any good
This fact must be clearly understood
Even your comments may worsen it further
It will add to tension and force you to bother
The stage is arrived with failure or frustration
It may always hunt you with big question
It may not only spoil the relation
But break the existing bond in excitation
You will loose the support from close relatives
Friends too may desert you in time of needs
You will left in isolation and avoided
They will boycott you in case decided
The relation will not be restored that easily
It may leave you in dejection and make wearily
No one has benefited from the continuous rage
It will be difficult to sustain and manage
Sometimes irrational statements make things worse
It can not improved upon even you express remorse
It will push you to the backward seat
There will not be cordial relation when you will greet
The river looses its reputation of being mother when in spate
Even though people pray her and consider as simple fate
Such is the case with anger and hate when take place
No good amount of efforts can remedy it or replace
What is good in keeping the temper cool?
It prevents you from acting as fool
Since it is performed in stage of not having brakes
It will vitiate the cordial relation and break
We must learn to live with balanced approach
Many a times we may have to pass through as such
It will be nice if we are able to stave off the situation
Rest all can be brought under control without further aggravation
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No yardstick
No yardstick
"You can't display my picture"
If you are not confident and sure
I am nobody's imagination
I want to preserve that beautiful relation
You poets are quite imaginary
Draw the picture and raise height unnecessary
Get so much involved with work and later feel sorry
Much of part emotionally drawn with worry
Fear grips mind with sole concern
The inspirational object may slip away in turn
The heart may feel hurt and fingers burn
To bring tragic end futile search in turn
How come she refuses for mere character show?
That raises her status on horizon to grow
As river rushes in spate to meet her future
Quite unknown fact and very much unsure
I have pleaded her to come out in open
Project the relation as the fruits ripen
Such is the condition in relation
No one should be left with any question
I also stare in her eyes and tell
Everything must flow smooth and well
The beautiful relation must mushroom
There is no other go but naturally boom
She is convinced but forbidden by pace
She has limited role and suitable space
She can't compromise with her own status
I shall have to retrace steps as such and thus
My eyes get wet despite of long distance
She has met me on screen by chance
I want her to be my part at once
Alas! If that can enhance my presence
Love has no yardstick or norms
Heart responds and mind informs
Heart waves travel much faster
Sometime make you cry and sometimes roar in laughter
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Joy on face
Did you ever notice joy on my face?
When I went near to her and made no chase
I used to keep her happy all the time and showered the love
Met all the demands and generally agreed to believe
When ever I ask something she will feel shy
If ask more or insist then she will lower the eyes
She will never raise the head and answer
She had distinct way to obey and surrender
I have seen special qualities in children
They will want nothing in return
Only love and little warmth with favor
Stay at home with security and without fear
I used to sink in my old childhood days
How kind was my parent in their ways?
No sweets offer of any kind but sweet words
Some sort of happiness and hand over head
How could we forget those memorable moments?
With meager income and still no words to resent
Always eager to meet to ends with no more expectation
That was how bridge was built with strong bond and relation
I never miss them for a single moment and sometimes cry
Every demand was met without a single question or asking why
Even though they were not schooled but had sense of fulfillment
They really moved with us in each occasion and remained present
I find lords blessings in child’s presence
They are called messenger of God hence
I wish to remain them with innocence for some more time
Till they attain maturity for appropriate time
You see the reflection and happiness
No one may have any reason to complain in any case
In real sense they are another name for almighty
The creator of different flowers with lots of variety
I loose presence of mind in their sweet talks
What an elegant way of putting steps while they walk
No worry and fear when we are around and present
Get everything in time and no room to complain or resent
I am so much lucky to be father of such a lovely child
Where else you can pray and find?
Lucky are those who have nothing on hand
Yet enjoy rich world with children as friends
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A beautiful Gul
Gul, Gul, Gul
You are so beautiful
Gul is flower in garden
I noticed it all of sudden
I found her up in the morning
Her rosy face simply shining
Bright eyes stared as if inviting
Was it for passion igniting?
It was magnetic pull
There prevailed natural lull
Still moon remained in circle and full
I was not worried about attack from bull
I was totally mesmerized
The things were not to be summarized
It did make magic and surprise
This was something new and very good prize
How could she be in my domain?
She should not be away and remain
Totally indifferent and only in dream
How to bring her in pure love stream?
How many thoughts just crossed the mind?
How all of sudden I was able to find
She must be elegant and very kind
I was brought in sense by flow of wind
It made me to think in another direction
What will be her move and next action?
Will she be angry as hostile reaction?
As she was hailing from wealthy section
I could still read lines on her face
I was definitely for her in race
I want her to be on my side in any case
She must fall in line and not make memory to erase
This is what I consider as cherished dream
I don’t want to loose her and cry with scream
She may not opt for simple person
She may be compelled by any reason
I never knew morning breezes are so cool
They can’t push you to look like fool
It is freshness of flowers that is brought
One understands it and it is never taught
Soon her reddish face was about to disappear
There was so much pain to bear
I could see her murmur but couldn’t hear
She must be thanking me as dear
She engulfed me through the day
I had dreamed of very good way
Alas! I could offer her rose flower
My gesture would have been the best answer
the mind does develop reactive feeling
it is natural to go for it without thought killing
What will happen even if we get total failure?
It will enrich you and make the way very sure
She was almost there with hands on her eyes
I could only stare at her and could not ask why?
She utter few words in my ears for acknowledgement
It was now my turn to make positive movement
Gul……flower
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Bond For Ever
It knows no bounds whatsoever
Yet we go after it forever
Love is not intoxication
It is pure and about humanly relation
It is an attachment
With divine movement
All with eagerness to unite
Passion and love to ignite
It has been created
Both for man and woman to be strictly related
To come under one roof
As clear indication of proof
It is all fair in love
Whether you drink through eyes or believe
Sink in love waves or admire
It is all about the young stage to expire
No more feeling of sadness
That shall never be seen on face
As it progresses with earnest desire
The thing which we almost admire
How are we attracted to rose flower?
Is it because of its emergence after shower?
Or its elegant show with fervor
Maybe it's both to appreciate and favor
Roses are not only meant to decor
But for tribute to be paid with honor
It has its place more with love and affection
No one may feel bad with any of the action
Love must rule and last
It must have no ill feeling or contrast
It has divine blessing with lot more to express
You may deep roots if tried to trace
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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