Oh! Please don’t keep,
That rose so close to your heart,
And amplify its sweet aroma,
With your winsome art.
Softness of every petal,
Seemingly increases manifold,
Every time you smell its fragrance and,
Unknowingly it kisses your lips of gold.
Its verdant leaves looks more luxuriant,
When you caress it on your glossy hair.
Oh, for heaven’s sake! Graze not that rose,
Along your face to trap me with hypnotic flair.
Is this some kind of enticing trick?
That I’m falling under your spell;
Or is it the elegance of your demeanour,
That stokes fire of love hotter than hell.
© 29-Aug-2016, Shahid Khan, All Rights Reserved.
