I gathered them, one by one
Picked the best I could find,
Saved them for you to relish.
The most beautiful flowers,
In my palm I held
I wanted to gift them to you.
I held them gently once
But now, they are crushed.
A wait so long dear...
And still I have them
Those poor listless petals.
If only you would come once...
Awesome poem! I love it :):)
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ReplyDeleteYour poem left me feeling wistful.
@ Karthik: Thanks. Shall check it out.
ReplyDelete@Purba: Hope - can't live with it, can't live without it. Thanks for the comment :)