Beloved Petals
I could not take bath O’ beautiful petals cause-
you are still sleeping in the womb of buds,
still, spring does not come,
still, spring does not touch the soul of introspection where,
O' Petals your fragrance can change itself in any erudite scent
O petals of Dahlia
You are dropping from unknown roof
you are last evening breeze
you are whispering with drizzling
you are dropping down on my head
you are touching my nose; my lips
you are touching all my sensitive limbs
you are showering me in sacred fragrance sense
you are snatching my lonely soul to my shrine
and you were teaching me- the beauty is God's chime!
-July 30, 2018
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