Thursday, 17 March 2016

PLUCK ME



PLUCK  ME

To bloom is my nature
To wither, my fate

The glory of my countenance
The fragrance of my soul
The nectar on my lips
Belong to you, my mate

The spring is all but gone
I can feel the chills approach
Pluck me before the autumn draught
Let our love consummate...

To bloom is my nature
To wither, my fate
Pluck me before the autumn draught
Let our love consummate...

                                                     Anurag
                                                        


5 comments:

  1. The bliss of romance and the stab of yearnings blended beautifully.

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  2. The bliss of romance and the stab of yearnings blended beautifully.

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  3. This is beautiful Anurag. I did not know that you are such a good poet. Enjoyed.

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