Friday, April 6, 2018

Blooming Bud


Blooming Bud

Why the flower hate me so
since I stare at you Oh beauty
It won't possible dear
as sight mine held you

all the luxurious you owned
than candid blooming bud
your slight arose twin petals
and abashed house of dimples

your dense cloudy hairs
and the moony face creeping in
empowered on luscious cheeks
and teasing enchanting heart

shivering kisses I tried to hold
I feel so weak and not bold
slowly I may sink in unconsiouness
never you will know I drowned