THE WAY OF LIFE
THE WAY OF LIFE
Occasional joy filled my sight,
Penned my strain of vanishing fright.
A slipping-stone that stops at you,
Do you remember your unpaid due ?
Fresher feel, my tears you steal.
Bonded palms, an eternal deal.
You locked me within the fairy's wand,
Nearing you to hold your hand.
Surprised spur with a shower of hugs,
Like 'glow-in-the-dark' glittering bugs.
Fiery feet tip to the toe,
Presence of love to kill the woe.
A single slap would wake me now,
That too with some romance'n'love.
A frozen kiss for the burning stove.
That too from you, my lovely dove.
A bubble of glory rises up,
I'm floating on a golden cup.
Prolonging passion plays the role,
Awaiting still for the solo soul.....
I'm finding some spring time after years...The season's change even affects me too...So, I too changed my season from sorrow poems to success poems.....Thanks, friends.....!!!!!
Occasional joy filled my sight,
Penned my strain of vanishing fright.
A slipping-stone that stops at you,
Do you remember your unpaid due ?
Fresher feel, my tears you steal.
Bonded palms, an eternal deal.
You locked me within the fairy's wand,
Nearing you to hold your hand.
Surprised spur with a shower of hugs,
Like 'glow-in-the-dark' glittering bugs.
Fiery feet tip to the toe,
Presence of love to kill the woe.
A single slap would wake me now,
That too with some romance'n'love.
A frozen kiss for the burning stove.
That too from you, my lovely dove.
A bubble of glory rises up,
I'm floating on a golden cup.
Prolonging passion plays the role,
Awaiting still for the solo soul.....
I'm finding some spring time after years...The season's change even affects me too...So, I too changed my season from sorrow poems to success poems.....Thanks, friends.....!!!!!
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