Grooming Of Flowers Poem by simran arora

When someone becomes special,
And we becomes a stupid creature,
Where our mind discards,
And % of love glut,
Lust 4 someone became so special,
All relationship becomes gung,
And that someone importance glut,
Our feelings shout our mind,
And make a world of different kind,
When the flower of love bloom,
Night becomes the dreamy bride,
And private becomes the dream house,
With a lot of confusions roaming around,
Like the funky mouse,
When love touché our heart,
It just waits for a dedicated card