Essence
Richness Of Bloom.
The garden owes its bloom to the smiles that fall.
From the rainbow in your heart concealed.
When again the radiant sun throws amorous glance,
Every flower salute this turmoil unprofitable.
Petals do dance before a fire unconfined.
The stirrings of spring within, again, dew drops feel.
Praise be to the morning breeze and soporific wind.
Here it comes laden with perfume of her locks.
Behold the garden's riotous mood,
Every floral bunch has goblets fully charged.
Who informs the world and how news spread?
Your pinkish glances just bring forth my spring.
Garden cannot tell where the bloom is.
Only wonder stuck friends say from heart.
Or rain's intoxicated walk tells all.
Statues are not authorized to see.
The wonderful beatings of yearning hearts.
A world away from world lives,
Where gardens compete with and boast of richness of bloom.