Perennial Love

Aug 10

Weather keeps changing
from spring to autumn
and from winter to spring
but not she,
her weather of love
is perennial, evergreen
it's a garden of trust
that never fades in her lifetime
fun, mischief notwithstanding
her eyes keep sparkling,
in sorrow, in happiness,
fragrance of a perfume
may not come from her stole
but her ocean of emotion
remains aromatic, always...
she also grows every day
dimples may turn into wrinkles,
but her love never gets crumpled...

She may have a million wounds
in her chest,
yet she plays her flute and hums,
one can never know
when and how many jewellery
she had sold
not for her own good,
nobody can ever know
how many times her eyes rained
drenching her heart,
as some secrets of heart
are not told to anyone,
it can only be felt
if one so wishes...