Love !!the year is at its fag end
but you too busy
at your pennies
me a too spare guy
like the shepherds of our chris boy
get often excused
by the uncanny nerves
i get lost
where i find
a love flourishes
to its streams
i know
penetrating beams
of the jealous
with zillions at their pocket
sometimes i feel
too scary to withstand
but rejuvenated
as i feel
at your first glance
with the sun
i gets going
the same way
and my heart
as stupid
as it used to be
my inflourescence tree
it fragrates to the full
to make me see sense
i a diehard spirit
forget not to love
an exotic heart
so is my inflourescence
it never stops
shedding
may a day come
one if its flowers
come zooming to me
say
Love!!
source inspire: neha,mallika, shipra, pu chd india
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