Stealthily, she waived her hand with
a pretty smile at the barrier
Barrier of her heart and mind……
She was an apple of my eye, but she
left
Days passed, minute passed and
second passed and she became smaller and smaller….
Smaller, but a wonderful splotch,
like a pink lotus petal
Somewhere in the pond beautifully
settle…
Wrapped up with that splotch, I am
lost
In my own fire, in my two lives, in
her kindred eye and her dusk care …
Now, I am counting the days and
year…
Which is not just & kind and
making me fear…
She is like‘morning dew’, the dew
drops in the eyes of forest and sky…
Yes…!!! She is an angelic pie…
Shines like a diamond, when she sits
on a red rose
Makes me feel, she is in wonderful
pose…
May be she is precious for world, but
for me, she is like a “bountiful of treasure”…
To eraser her, there is no eraser…
Tomorrow, I may not be there, in the
steep of sun
But I will send my best wishes
through universe, through flowers, through mountain and beautiful fountain…
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