Bud Blooms
Bud Blooms
When my doors have close in night.
Only there are no more except night lamp at that sight.
Vibration and waves are passing through my blood to heart.
Nerves are stirred up, blood my fast.
She deserves right to close the door in darken.
In ventilator when mats sound sharpen.
Off and on long sigh with hissing sound scratched by sharp nail in that dark room.
Hope fragrance and charm will be flourishing in future to make the buds bloom.
Saroj khan[sakha]
Copyright © Sarojkumar Khan | Year Posted 2013
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