Friday, July 1, 2011


To me you are like a poem,
Which is not written…..?
The words are in my heart,
But it is not easy to express.


You are like a flower,
Which is yet to pluck…?
But the fragrance is spreading
All over my place, where
I am living.

You are like a river of love,
Which flows in to the sea….?
I wish if I could be that sea
So you will flow in to me every year,
Every month, every weak, every day
Every hour and every moment
Without any delay


I wish if you could be
A poem or you could be a flower
Or you could be a river…..


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