The Crimson Flowers

The crimson flowers are now a talk of the town
My infatuation too reached, doorstep of yours
Why have you quoted your price so high?
When every beauty is as much perishable as yours

Every spring, in red, you wait in your abode
For whom have you been waiting, this long?
If it’s me, then for heaven’s sake, let me know
As I wish to know the truth, before I die alone

O’ Traveller! Every spring, I wait for my lover
For a meeting at a predestined place
Where my glance has turned the sky azure
And the air is ecstatic by my scented tresses

If you meet my love, remind him of our vow
Tell him the gleam is receding and it’s paling
Tell him, scarlet is fading on its own bow, and
It’s unwise to keep a love laden heart waiting

Copyright (c): Dr. Nikhat Bano
All Rights Reserved
India, December 2, 2016.

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About Nikhat Bano

I am an ESP (English for Specific Purposes) Instructor by profession. I love to write romantic and spiritual poems and I find a great sense of relief after penning down my thoughts on paper. It has now become a passion for me and will continue as long as I live.

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