In the midst of a muddy pond, there stood tall
an unadorned 'pink' lotus.
just, on the other bank fostered a whinny 'white' lilly.
and im letting u know, the fable of love; of 'pink and white'.
oh it's wondouros, being glamorous'
yet hazardous n thunderous.
pink n white shared their love,
amidst the dubious cloud of doubts.
through the waft of wind, they fluttered thier warmth,
they made their draft of dreams sending wavery kisses.
whistling of wind raiment'ed in 'pink and white' fondled them,
it carried each others sighs, breath n longing.
they shared their love n yearn to reachout for near,
by far, it was whimsy flair; yet it was a bubbly fear.
but they knew 'pink n white' was so far away, for a slight touch of love.
yet they knew, sinking in fear was in a way torturing the time.
they kept a heap of promises and a flurry of dreams,
in which they painted hues of myriad colours and hues...
thier prayers was one, to become one n only one.
let 'pink n white' now decay to death and reach out for the far way green meadows...
for which, someone had named as heaven!
and fortunately im that 'pink'. |
