Stone’s Delights
Would the diamond be so precious if it’s radiance gone?
Can a tree bear fruits without the hands of sunlight and rain?
Could a kite soar in the sky without the breath of the wind?
In the eye of the dawn a sweet reverie touches once mind
Enlightening the dimmed countenance of forlorn chap,
But when ball fire went up and windows of soul open
It only makes reminisces to a ridged and perturbed stone.
Open the sky with some glittering and brilliant dust
Making the stranger’s visage full of bliss and light,
If only the apple of his sight were in his front
All of his grey moments and dull days will be no more.
If only the pages of his breath were like fiction
He wishes to end the page with color of spring,
And if only fate could be like the king’s scepter
He wants to be with the one after his own heart.
If the wheel would turn away from his path
A quick nap and wake will be the answer,
And if every word in pages would be blur.
Wait until clock beat right and open it its leaf again.
T he one after his heart will always be his delights….
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