The Gift
THE GIFT
I am not loud to speak straight.
Neither capable to express my emotive urge.
Being reticent, reserved, introvert by nature, I am helpless.
I am offering this bunch of Jasmine carrying fragrance of my love
Please do honor the gift I have brought for you.
Don't make me feel ashamed.
The petals of the blossoms are soaked in my tears of
ardent ardor.
Please pick up scattered hopes of mine,
albeit I tried to weave those with Jasmine.
Have reverence over my dreamy desires of silent amour.
07/05/21
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