Brought up by the thorns
in the orchard she was born
bathed in dew
in the eye catching....sweet dawn
She looked the most beautiful
wrapped in the colour of her love
eager and excited
with the sunrise she stood up
holding tight a ray of hope
wishing to see him (her love) ones more
impatient to feel his touch
to be in his arms....to be held by him
And, there he came
to take her forever
he wanted to hold the bud
he wanted to have her
but admiring her beauty
was not his love for her
with this thought so in mind
he came near
and for the one HE LOVED
he pluck her !
***
She was now with him
taking her last deep breath
living the happiest moment
just before her death
she pleased the time
to stop for a while
to ask her love
to hold her tight
she was living a dream she could not believe
in his arms she was about to sleep
with every blink, her breath reduced
the sense of his touch, she started to lose
she smiled ALAS
and with pain she spoke
"
Thank you, Love !
for letting me be yours !
"
- 2008