What is it in this world? I wonder,
That I love the most?
Is it the waves of the sea or the clouds across the ocean? I ponder,
Or is it the white sands or sea gulls flying? That it plays host,
Is it my beautiful mother? So pure and fine,
Or is it aged and old wine?
Is it my teachers who taught me?
Or my father who let me just be?
As I delve into its labyrinth,
I think of the lotus, the pond and the hyacinth,
And the pasqueflowers in the wild,
A life that is not so mild,
Or is it my sweet Emily?
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Somewhere Life Is A Figment of Imagination
7 comments:
nice take on 'Love'
n esp. liked these lines
"And the pasqueflowers in the wild,
A life that is not so mild"
Life is too short for love....yet we prefer to hate as much as we usually do..isnt it!
Nyways...all I cud say right now is that I lov ur poetry :)
btw whats wid mulberry ;)..?
@ swathi
thanks :)
@ child woman
thanks vp...means something! :)))
Oh btw...its not mul"berry", its mul"bury" ;))
now whatever did that mean..wher hav u been for past 3 days?
questions questions questions! they never end, do they? ;)
@Vishnupriya
they will once I find the answers ;)
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