Unwanted Tiny Flower in the Beloved’s Hair

May be she loves me,

May be not,

But one moment,

Let me feel ‘love’ even if temporarily.

 

I wished something,

And it did come true,

Wonderful the feeling was!

So breathtaking.

 

When appeared she before my eyes,

Smiled in joy my heart,

Perhaps she could realise,

My feelings besides.

 

Above the forehead, the unwanted tiny flower,

Drew me towards it,

Told her I about that,

To move it away sooner.

 

She tried her best,

But failed and gained courage I,

Took it from her hair,

Without lessening the beauty of the rest.

Reviews

[Pawan Painjane]

Loved the feel of this poem.

She sees in me, as her hair I settle,
Blinking her eyes like lovely petal,
May be she'll love me, may be not,
Well, she will still beat within me, as my heart.

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you so much.

[Lauriegirl]

This is delightful and passion filled ...

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you so much. :)