Theme: Nostalgia


My lady made the flowers blush
Their petals pale became
Her pink cheeks made them envious
They bowed their heads in shame
The lilies from her virtue stole
The roses from her hue
Her radiance matched the morning sun
To bid the night adieu
The paths that she once tread
Still bear greener grass
But moist are these longing eyes
Oh, If she were mine, Alas!


More By  :  Ravinder Malhotra

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Comments on this Poem

Comment This is a beautiful and touching poem!

14-Sep-2010 19:45 PM

Comment a very beautiful poem sir...last stanza was really moving

14-Sep-2010 04:43 AM

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