wild flower


He wraps up prayers into clay,

With gifts of weeds and hay,

It’s neither a figure,

Nor a statue to say

Yet she preserves it

Preserves it all day,



Drenching it in adorning shower

Forlorn souvenir-

The wild flower!


The obsession in his face,


Dancing to the rhythm she plays,

And she dances along,

Enhancing each verse of the song


And she smiles,

When he asks her to fall in love,

Sealed up is that heart,

pitiful, he’s trying to rob


Funny how he has her,

Without having her,

And comical,

How she loves him

Without falling in love


And he dreams of shaping her,

Forgetting dreams,

He lives for

While she wishes, the wish

She can’t even utter


Oh so ironic,

Soaked in disgrace shower,

Forlorn souvenir -

The wild flower!

  • Author: sarah (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 18th, 2011 08:27
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 36


  • rajat mahaych

    its a really nice rhythmic work
    well done
    you have good sense of making such words

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