Treasure Island

ramesh rai

(13.12.1955 / howrah)

I Ask The Flower


I ask the flower
why do you blossom every day
spread your fragrance throughout day
in what capacity you are made with
the sweetest nectars are inlaid with
you sing with the stars
when the entire world is in deep sleep
make romance during full of night

I saw you smiling
in moonlit night
strewing whole moonlight
only on your smile

I ask the flower
why do you dance with every gale
while the world hide themselves

I ask the flower
why do you giggle with every thunder
while the loving guys hold them tight

I ask the flower
when the butter fly kisses your lips
how do you feel in broad day light.

Submitted: Friday, March 21, 2014
Edited: Saturday, March 22, 2014

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