A rare gift to me

A rare gift to me



One day she beckoned me with
a warm smile and a peacock like radiance,
it was a soothing and assured message,
It was a pot of goodwill and respect to
my ingrained feelings, gifted to me,
England’s rare gift to me,
I nurtured with a soil of mutual
affection and bond,
my dictates watered the well sown seed of
Creative aura with imagination,
I treasure the gift in a velvet cove of
sincerity and diligence,
untainted by lazy resilience.