Song To Celina

Song To Celina short poem

Her company recalls of strolls

….beneath mid-morning skies,

Sheltered by canopy of clouds

….which stays but can demise,

Her heart that always feels for birds

….the meaning of their cries,

For bees if they have hives uncared

….so honey never dries.

Oh, share with me your thoughts divine,

so we can dream as one,

Or keep me sealed within your heart

so our union is done,

You cleared the mist that taints my days,

to fully show the sun,

You have brightened the starry skies

So nights I now have none.

Alas, my rhymes can’t dignify,

….the song in her is found

And ill-equipped to justify

….the faults to which I’m bound,

Her charity suffices well

….enough to go around,

Her love immaculate as snow

….that has not touched the ground.

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♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
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Sonam Mehta
Sonam Mehta

Very Beautifully written poem 🙂

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@Reyvrex_Reyes this editorial board is now seriously running short of words to describe your writing..Mesmerisingly beautiful is all we can say!


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