Friday, July 10, 2009

She loves me




With the first petal
She loves me
Second one
She loves me not
Third one
She loves me
Fourth one
She loves me not

One by one, I pluck away the slender, fingerlike petals
From the sunshine yellow sphere of the flower's center
Relying on a simple daisy to solve the complex puzzle of his love

With each delicate petal
Waiting to know if
She loves me or loves me not

With each delicate petal
Wanting to know if
She loves me or loves me not

With each delicate petal
Wishing to know if
She loves me or loves me not

With each delicate petal
Wondering if
She loves me or loves me not

Finally, one tiny petal remains
The Sunshine Sphere Almost Naked
In the flOwers depleted
It ultimately Reveals
She Loves me.

1 comment:

  1. achao lakh dil ko ,mohabbat ho hi jati hai.
    najar akhir najar hai yah shararat ho hi jati hai.
    safar is zindagi ka taya akele ho nahi sakta.
    koi,apana bhi sathi ho yah chahat ho hi jati hai.
    nahi kuch hosh apna dundhate hain har taraf unko.
    diwane hain,diwano ki yah halat ho hi jati hai.
    kare ab unse kya sikwa bhala anpni tabahi ka.
    dilo ko tod dena zinki adat ho hi jati hai.
    agar wo sath hon,apne to gulasan ho ya virana.
    jagah koi bhi ho misle jannat ho hi jati hai.
    chupaya ja nahi sakta mohbbat ke fasane ko.
    jamane bhar ko jahir yah hakikat ho hi jati hai.
    yah adat hi nahi yu to kisi se kuch kahe "janam".
    magar jab tootata hai dil,shikayat ho hi jati hai...
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