dinesh mukherjee a poet occasional(hardly a poet)

The Xanthic Flower (Pain) - Poem by dinesh mukherjee a poet occasional(hardly a poet)

Fragrance is the substance of flowers
and honey is the life of the flowers
flying bees are the deep lovers of flowers
amazing colour are the enticers of flowers!

It is the xanthic flower
glitter in yellowish gold and nay fragrance
honey less blossomed on earth
none of the bees loved ever
and thee soul in pain blossomed here!

Who liketh the flower which maketh fear?
none adore and nay pluck for its beauty
on the earth, the cluless flower seep in tears!

For heaven and hell it is the pain
hell is she in her mind it is,
heaven is she know thee loved her in heart
heaven opened the doors, hey xanthic
blossom here and
ye, wonder watch bliss and praise!

None lick your petals
nay ake you take you out for fear and tear
peep through the windows
the heaven and hell, the days passed
months, and rolled million of years
the xanthic flower peep through the windows!

Bees fly and roses delight
white lilies spread fragrance
none of the Garden adore the Xanthic!

You are the Xanthic the Pain
hey! lady nestor knows the vehement
and 'xAnTHiC is pAiN'.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 12, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 17, 2009

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