To tell you the truth my humble folks
No one ever sang melodies nor I evoke
sighs of love, nor were woven any aching
hymns, no blind poet was ever penning,
ballads of mine love, while young lovers
were busy making love under thick covers
I was simply trying to stand my ground
Only trying to nurse some old wound
I did have few dry kisses to my share
Enough to call them some sort of affair
To keep the sluggish heart-beating,
And the crimson thin blood gushing
For I knew that true love is a luxury
A privilege reserved for not the many
I had vowed my entire life to a service
And all I ever did was the same service
Knowing that not every floret is a rose
Some of us are condemned only to compose
Verses of love in the long endless nights
While thinking of kisses in our imaginary flights
Interesting
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Piognant yet beautiful………thank God for those imaginary flights …….they add some color to life🤗
Thanks Sakshi for reading I know unhi imaginations ka Sahara Reh Gaya hai he he. Some of the poem like this I write I can’t stop laughing myself!!😉😉
Haa haaa don’t laugh Pat your back for your creativity 😊
I laugh coz when we write verses we exaggerate emotions and pain but reality always is not this bad. Sitting on beautiful couch and drinking flavored tea just when husband took out for a dinner, only flowers were missing in dinner. 🤭🤭and I had to write it.
Aren’t you one lucky lady ….but then see writer weave a world in their imagination…a world where everything is magnified … …..I won’t call I t exaggeration though coz in real life everything is suppressed so we go wild in the alternate world
Thanks Sakshi, I count my blessings all the time while soaring high in imaginary flights!
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Wow truly very amazing
Thanks for reading this out, truly appreciate your kind remarks.
So beautifully done! Loved this!
Good morning Bill, thanks a lot for reading this out and for your kind words, truly appreciate it!
My pleasure Tanya! Hope you have a great day!
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This is such a beautiful rendition of a yearning heart. Many live this life and sure true love is so hard to find. I loved your word play. 😊🌸🌸
I am so glad you liked it, true love is luxury not reserved for many!
You did not reply to my response. So it is standing as an individual comment. Just FYI. my pleasure always
Shantanu I did reply to your comment, that true love is luxury ..
This is beautiful.
Thanks a lot, truly appreciate your comments. Please check your spam some of my comments may be resting 🙂
Ok will do.
thanks alot!
I do appreciate your comments!
Not every floret is a rose, but every lovely heart; deserves a beautiful rose! 🌹 I hear your heart! Be blessed!
That’s very kind of you Warren, I thank you for your generosity and of course the beautiful rose. Blessings!