Honey

Thursday, 11 December 2014

Poem:Honey moon


We were alone
at the river side
in the midst of night
sky was black
and very  high
stars were very low
in their decent flow
flower's scent was rising
from the valley below
he was the right man
I love him so
for what reason
I did't know
despite of deep darkness
and the rising madness
a flame of love
was going to glow
it was so much cold
for us it was gold
making very very bold
we were not in mood of scold
as it was honey moon
with honey in its spoon
light was flickering like petals
on the black lagoon
our hearts were ringing
with unseen fresh tune!!