Monday, May 07, 2007

Lonliness..

They laughed,
sacrastically,
at the lone flower,
pulled out of the bunch.

It was me who pulled it out,
out of that beautiful bunch,
and it would be this loner,
who would be the token of my love.

And she smiled,
accepting the flower,
kissing it with her full lips,
telling how much she loved me.

I could still hear
someone singing in the garden
a solitary song, a single line,
'It's always better by the lot'.

2 comments:

Dawn....सेहर said...

Awww...thts very touching n yet emotional one too!
May the love remain fresh always...

Cheers

Priyankari said...

Beautiful thoughts!!! Never thought it that way!