LOVELY FLOWER

Oh ! lovely flower,
what do you want ?
Do you ever feel lonliness ?
When I am lonely
I talk to myself,
I try to array
all my disorderd threads
I remember
my days,
the lost moments.
See,here I am among with many
but none to spell a word.
If I wish to talk
then talk to whom,
there has been a scarcity
of listners,even in good days.
It`s now your days of blooming
you would be more beautiful
your petals would spread more,
Who sees your desire.
You are helpless here
being alone,
and I am also helpless there
with so many.

surendra

THE SKETCH OF A WOMAN

The sketch of a woman,
inspite of paragon of colours,
is not like
that of a man.
A naughty smile
can bring a storm
and a drop of tear
can tear the greens,
and ablaze the forest.

Behind her silence
there remains
a lot of speeches
behind her quietness
peeps a thunderous desire .

Her image can create stir
in the serene pool,
difficult to explain
what constituents
made her so hot
and so cool.

some times she is moody
and some times off,
her scream
is far reaching
and her silence
is the fathomless
depth as like an ocean,
it`s because
she`s not like a man.

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