Part of my family, you’ve always been. Earth is our house; the flower pot is Eden. We are a union of Chlorophyll and melanin. Chlorophyll gives you an ever-green colour. Melanin determines my skin colour.
I still however, don’t know your language. It seems like your leaves speak sign language. The colour of leaves depicts seasonal change. Their brightness shows being well watered. You are yet to utter a word.
Sometimes people give bias verdicts. I hence tell you some problems and secretes. Hope I’m not taking advantage of your silence. Golden is your silence. It feels better than biasness and verdicts.
I wish you could tell me when you’re thirsty. I wish you could tell me if I water you in time. If you could talk, what would you say to me? Oh how I wish I knew how you feel about me. Maybe by Darwin’s theory you’ll evolve and answer me
My morning starts With your energetic smile… My night ends With your sweet kisses… My evening passes With your soulful hugs… My afternoons are Like your burning desire… My life started With my parents… And it will going to End
Mystery within my seizure: Who are you? Who are you? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? I uttered these words during a seizure. Imagining you puts my mind under pressure. Searching for your identity is like a hunt
My garden is beautiful With a variety of flowers A gaze itself is cheerful Attracts all viewers Morning I was delighted To see a fully blossomed rose Thoughts of my love excited My emotions too rose Joyfully I plucked Left