O' Dear Flower, folded
in invisible scents
tender covers
softly protecting
the unknown
wrapped in curves
like hands,a
praying pair
patiently serves
in quietude
O Dear Flower, resting
in a book,
making the page sacred
to the touch,words that rest too,forever silent, till they meet
the eyes, of an unknown, bear the flaps and caresses,
of moving finger tips, as the covers flip,
budding, blooming, on bush and bowers
in sunshine rain or cool summer showers
spread on shrouds taken to high towers
O' Dear Flower' how long can you stay
the fragrance radiate, the presence, comfort
the love share, If only you could, for ever be
and like the words lay for me to see
If ......
2 comments:
Aah, beautifully penned, Anjum! There’s a sentiment attached to every line... love it!
Thank you Panchali..you have a sweet name
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