You came as a pretty cute gift of love,
That we received, looking a real ‘ WoW’
We decided you will be there on the centre table,
Lest we adore you less, and that became your cradle
Since then never missed the time for watering,
Taking care no petals gets hurt and start withering
Over weeks I silently noticed one thing ,
You never grew even by and that was something.
I then paused to think over it,
Over my over doing the watering bit?
Stopped watering from the next day,
Yet scared you may droop and flop on day
It’s weeks since then,
In spite and even then
You neither grew nor got dried up,
Just curious ‘ wanted to ask you what’s up?
How I wish you could speak and share,
Where I missed my pour of love and care
I saw her with a soapy sponge clear the dust on the pot and the petals Short @$@love Poems Intense Poems regarding Confusion New Unconditional Poems
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I am a curious examiner of life and its realities as it unfolds before me, seeting me to reach out to my poetic thoughts through penning of poems
At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted
Love is It is not just doing what crosses your mind without thinking about it or doing things just to look good It is much more bringing a genuine smile in the face of a child or truly promising that
Dear love, I have always wanted to understand you more, But first of all, you must know you are the one who I most adore. Dear love, will you stand by me through the most rugged journeys of all? Dear
You are missed whenever rain hits my heart Does these drops take my worth to you every season I speak my stories to these silver tear drops for hours Do you get every word of mine? Or Do you breathe
Far away from the world of love, hatred and war There is yet another world breathing silently Thats the world of love we call. There holds no boundaries No caste or creed Its purely emotions swirling freely. No land is