Loves me, loves me not
I keep on counting
Petals, one after one,
Wither, fall out
But I won't withdraw,
I won't stop
Asking, I would keep on
For this rose, much I trust,
It won't deceive
But never this onion,
I would ask
For on peeling,
It would bring only
Tearful layered lies!
Dec 15,2020
But I won't withdraw/I won't stop......I can imagine your tender feelings and feel your pulse! Beautiful.......5 stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely piece......enjoyed.....thank u...