Anisha Dutta Poet Rhyme

Exchange

Exchange
 
        I was carrying fruits in a basket
        blended with juices of my tears.
         On the way, a fairy I met.
        She brought posies of flowers.

        She offered the posy descent
        with dreamy eyes by saying ’Cheers!’
       I gave tearful fruits to accept.
       She adored as precious treasures.

       Shiny flowers made me happy.
       Exchange of tears with smile, really
       was unfair to kind fairy.

        In evening I am to discover,
       blooming flowers drooped to wither.
      Tears! I should respect and honor. 

     03/23/16
 'A Strand (1049)
  
Contest by Brian Strand

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Funom Makama March 24, 2016 at 6:01 AM This is an excellent Sonnet Anisha, but I think you didn't go through the requirement of sending an entry to my contest. Asides that, this piece is extra-ordinary.. Thank you for the unbelievable contribution