) A
Birthday Gift.
A Lovely full
blown Rose on your buttonhole,
Fragrance permeating
the whole surrounding,
Smiles are
nothing before the
flowers,
Flowers are soothing
and sacred and sincere for ever.
I put
this on your ash
coloured suit,,
But your look
of Demure ,makes me
deter.
I took you to the dining ,Mahogany beckons
With a glimmer
and warmth of
Dishes in china ware
and Melarmine.
Eggless cake
with a cup
of coke
Would in certitude
please you,
Me thought and
joined you in
cheers.
Polished sink
and the towel
The white
flowing water,
The foamy
soap to wipe
Your hands
and the reflecting
Mirror as
if says: look! Something
Is wanting , he
looks dissatisfied.
A soft, laminated
book pops out
Of my NOT
VANITY but multipurpose bag,
This is what I want!
This is
what my passion.
A Book
of Poems,
A Gift
of All Times!
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