A flower blossomed in my garden,
She seized away my gasp with no pardon.
She raided my world and incarcerated my heart.
And now in my life plays a very imperative part.
While sometime I endeavor to pick her,
But she presages me not to come near,
I query, why she doesn’t let me single out her.
And habitually I question; don’t I merit even that power?
Thinking it, tear sways down from my eyes,
But still I each time try to veil this.
Solely because I don’t want to see,
My flower being picked by a bee.
With a trust of getting a consent from my flower,
I, an fortuneless fanatical pure lover,
Anticipate for those high heeled days to impend,When she lend me her care gripping my hand…