I may be artificial
I may be not real
I may be not true
But I am beauty
Beauty which seeks in a heart
of thousand blossomed Rose
Take me
And bind me with the snow
Try me
And sing me with a bow
I will remain humble
and not wince or twin
I will flow gently
like a soundless shadow by
And end up folded in the covers
like memories of a loved
but forgotten one
I am beauty
True to its nature
and Son
- Nameless Fameless ( Saswati Barat)
March 04,2009
9:17 PM
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Keep penning.