Life
lay a barren stretch of land
Colorless
, dreary ,tasteless
Until
she blossomed a flower turning the stretch
green, a grove to see, an orchard to feast
green, a grove to see, an orchard to feast
She bloomed
a flower, ripened a fruit
Her lips glossy ,glisten classy
Parting
wide as petals rosy
Pulling
me a bee to drink her honey
Her
twin appled hillocks driving crazy
Twin Cherries topping the hillocks sazzy
A flagrant
flower in the making
A
passion fruit all over in the offing
Take
in the aroma drink in the honey
Toast
the Cherry topped apples yummy
Desires
filling, hungers quenching I remain
Life
turned colorful ,verdant green
Music
floats over the stretch
Sombre
moods lifting to soaring spirits
Flower’s
magic , fruit’s damn kick!
Flower
and fruit a real treat to pick!
-Mohan Sanjeevan
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