Though thou hints to be mine and vow some,
before having seen the buds to home.
Wrong to undo as time has been over,
looking a new sky for your thoughts to hover.
Before you reach to sky to look -down,
though you made to go around.
Your promised words halt your wings,
luring pace confused and tired with countless edges.
Flowers know to sing with bosom air,
but air blows it down is unfair.
You want me to show unspoken flower's words !
then long me to sing the unsung river's songs !
Do come to know whether desert invites you or not,
attempts are in vain to win that kindles heart.
As a fading rose or growing dusk, its great defeat,
rhythm less words, impossible proposes; really hard to meet.
KL, Malaysia.
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