This is love....i guess!
From an extraterrestrial terrainAn uninvited guest arrived at the doorstep of my heart
Neither stood for a while
Nor even ventured to knock
Sans any corporal image
Kept on stepping forth down in the roots
Some where around the biggest portion, occupied by Lord
And near by my nurturers
It sought and traced an ample place
With out even mentioning the reason of stay
It firmed, deepened and spread its roots like an old beech tree
In the relative jungle, posses, part and parcel.
Like the fascination and life of it in spring, that fears the winter ahead
Whose abundance gusts its scent in every aloof nook
And thickness eclipses blots of sorrows
But what bizarre I found of it
Gradually from my eyes & then from my heart
It sucked the two hues of my body's liquor
Poetry by Amna Ehsan
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Written on 2008-06-17 at 06:24
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