THREE POEMS
Wild Flower
Don’t touch!
So innocent and divine
The amiable fragrance it brings
Illuminating the green mat like grass
Don’t need queries!
Outshining the fields of salvation
Pity, fear, and worry rapture its core
Its solitary doomed away from glee
Don’t pick it!
Its ecstacy invites you
Unraveling the twist of labyrinth
Indulging in a pool of poison
Penetrating the veins of the victim
Don’t fall into its frailty!
Capture to the visual of deception
Imbibe the nectar of sins from its filament
A scientist dare,
held it with full matrimony
Kept it with care and dignity
Anew the unfolding of its beauteousness.
, PERIOD
Those weary nights
can’t sleep to death;
The clock utters
tik-tak-tik-tak-tik-tak;
Bewildered the mind
into the hands of truth;
The turmoil thoughts
build a niche of immorality;
Someone says:
shhhhhh...shhhh...
The screams of mute cannot be heard;
Stop! Stop! Stop!
The silence apprehended
those hidden thoughts;
Consciousness flourish
this miserable heart;
Can’t speak
but tears overflow;
Can’t move at the corner
shivering into fear;
Shrill and whim growls in the air
swoosh, swoosh, swoosh;
The frail heart asked:
Is there rainbow at the end?
Someone take my hand
No one, no one...
Wild Flower
Don’t touch!
So innocent and divine
The amiable fragrance it brings
Illuminating the green mat like grass
Don’t need queries!
Outshining the fields of salvation
Pity, fear, and worry rapture its core
Its solitary doomed away from glee
Don’t pick it!
Its ecstacy invites you
Unraveling the twist of labyrinth
Indulging in a pool of poison
Penetrating the veins of the victim
Don’t fall into its frailty!
Capture to the visual of deception
Imbibe the nectar of sins from its filament
A scientist dare,
held it with full matrimony
Kept it with care and dignity
Anew the unfolding of its beauteousness.
, PERIOD
Those weary nights
can’t sleep to death;
The clock utters
tik-tak-tik-tak-tik-tak;
Bewildered the mind
into the hands of truth;
The turmoil thoughts
build a niche of immorality;
Someone says:
shhhhhh...shhhh...
The screams of mute cannot be heard;
Stop! Stop! Stop!
The silence apprehended
those hidden thoughts;
Consciousness flourish
this miserable heart;
Can’t speak
but tears overflow;
Can’t move at the corner
shivering into fear;
Shrill and whim growls in the air
swoosh, swoosh, swoosh;
The frail heart asked:
Is there rainbow at the end?
Someone take my hand
No one, no one...
