Sidharth P.K.
To The Beauty of East
No flower has left it’s gloom,
In veil and hidden.
My thoughts are deep
And Flourishing for you.
what we lost today,
Is only but love.
The tear drops disdain Pain,
Leaving me Speechless
My hopes are Painted
upon the strange fits of Passion
Love can, even bloom.
In the harshest desert.
The lips bursting into flowers,
Soul is blushed with
The dismay of love and glory.
wind lull’d her into sleep,
The ocean deep and down
Echoes her cadence.
The night seems in conspire,
Destiny brought that showed
Me to her
Let love with stand the test,
of time and centuries old
And remembered forever.
