Wednesday, March 27, 2013


None curse the breeze for shedding those petals
of a wild flower.
Rustling fallen leaves are only walked over…
Every moment cheerful marigold is scorned..
yet thorny roses are embraced!!!
Is it the mystic beauty that’s  loved?
while steadfast yearning , is disdained
Sun is destined to burn for eternity,yet cast away...
 while crescent is adored upon...
On a dark mourn every silver silhouette is a dreaded liberty
Thinnest of suns ray  kiss a bud to bloom,
But some souls are doomed in neglect...
When drizzle goes unnoticed,
It takes a downpour to make its mark!!!!!

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