Endless verse of a nameless flora:
A lonely lovely girl was Standing at her breeze filled balcony,
her adorable heart was admiring the quiet moon in harmony,
a golden yellowish nameless flower fell on her feet,
the sweet perfume of the fallen flower blended with that chill breeze,
while she tried to hold the flower the petals they fell one by one,
she was holding just the stalk that was left alone,
tear drops that escaped from her eyes fell one by one like the petals,
she was holding someone's sweet memories like the stalk.
The moon wished that her love should blend with her love like the perfume in the air.
A poet is born from a loving man,
A poem is born for every woman,
published in paper are just mere,
off record on heart so many here,
written on with a mysterious ink,
a mixture of love and a missing link,
a painful smile and a joyful cry,
a silent shout or a truthful lie,
blooming hell and a heavenly agony,
wow! what an irony!
a blood emptied heart is filled with love,
a simple word becomes a beatific verse,
yearning for someone is a blissful curse,
darling, sweetheart, my sweet angel Cinderella,
so many names for someone's inamorata,
a lover's chaste is the poem's charity,
like a rain kissed window glass without a clarity,
life goes on beautiful without a warranty,
a newborn lover's heart is the dead poet's society.
The White Rose
A lonely kid had no friends,
within his home his world ends.
He used to dream about colorful roses,
his love for roses was in heavy doses.
His nights filled with fears and tears,
days rolled like million years.
His mom took him to a rose garden one day,
she wanted to buy him a rose plant for his birthday.
The rose plants giggled about the boys face.
Their words wiped his happiness without a trace.
A dropp of his tear fell on a white rose's petal.
The petal turned red like a rare earth metal.
The plant pleaded him 'please don't cry'.
The words of the rose plant made him fly.
He took that plant to his garden.
From then his life was a gladden.
He took care of the white rose like a baby.
Loving that white rose was his full-time hobby.
His dreams and heart were filled with love.
His heart was pure like the whitest dove.
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