Hue Poem by Anita Sharma

misha is all in love with neel,
so much lost even would miss the meal,
lost so much that lost the connection with real.
forget to remove the knife put the hand under sheal,
running and running and running and runner is lost,
seeking and seeking and seeking and the seeker is lost...
she is gone mad in love so madness is lost!
she is so naive and unaware that the life can cost, , , , ...
she looked up in the empty sky its all open in wide,
an arrow is being shot by cupid,
an angel is taking her on ride,
so much love running in pride..
lips are moving with the love rhyme...
the windows are thick with grime...
the gleam of silver tray,
giving the hope of ray!
close my eyes saw the silver sand with golden hue....
the one and only i love you........