Romance
In the shadowed evening’s receding attire,
The gardener’s pail sprinkles cool on soil
glands, the oranged saffron on the western
horizon, bidding farewell now-- for the next morn’s
tender advent :there is a touching Romance.
The ash coloured Dove and chirping sparrows
On the half blossomed red roses and
Chrysanthemums ,sit and serenade,
Speak in a language sacred to the Above,
there is romping Romance,
Sudden summer showers merciful with
Open –hearted mirth descend below,
wet the carefree and dancing bunches
and spooky stems as if to exorcise the
fear in them , there is a leafy Romance.
The writer with passion and driving
enthralled force ,pours forth her emotion
on the craving soil, with slender sticks
stems, transplanting her creativity
there is a poetic Romance,
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