Comments about Seema Aarella
! ...Dont Tell The World! (Sonnet)
This Sonnet is in the popular Petrarchan Form
I behold thy love as beautiful thing,
In my wrecked heart, a pleasure garden,
Thy revered love, a blooming Eden.
A daisy tuft seasoned by bright spring,
Surging in moments that defeats waiting,
I behold thy words as a jeweled crown,
On my worn pages of despicable frown.
And thy memory feeds my mind dying,
Daring couple disclose, but don’t you tell,
About memoirs many encased and kept,
Say not thy chronicle, sweet as daisy smell,
Buried, not unseen to thy eyes except
Reveal not, the guarded stash ...
Between Cradle And Grave
Life in all its Luring beauty,
Dreams at their tempting best,
hopes of reaching high for stars,
carried away in this endless quest.
From the arms of affection
to the embrace of death,
Transition comes with every breath,
and i count the days lost and left.