No please
I locked myself
In a room with no walls
No windows and no doors
don’t peep in
A glint of care in your eyes
Drags me out
As a flow of thoughts
And a river of fragrance
And a book of fragrance.
The dancing song on your lips
Silently stretches a hand
I am weak and feeble to deny
The golden chance
No please
The pull of unseen forces
Changing repulsion to charm
The smile on your lips has that power
I am helpless
I melt and flow
As a rainbow
I jump out and play
as a naughty breeze
And come out
as an ever dancing song of life
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