The red jasmine , by seema sandeep verma
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The red jasmine
That red jasmine you gave me long back;
Yesterday I got it in one of the books in a rack;
Completely pressed and dried out though,
Fragrant and fresh as if still on the bough!!!
Petals withered and some were broken too,
Carried it to the moment I had taken it from you;
I lifted that dusty prettiest flower in my hand
Suddenly besides me smiling there you stand!!!
Carefully and beautifully that flower again you give,
Shining eyes and glowing face same moment I relive
Old crisp memories and fresh jasmine;
Gave me the pretty new name yasmine...
Swift whirlwind threw me out of flashback;
Taking my book I left that room and the old book rack.
Mrs seema Sandeep Verma. |
Posted: 2016-04-05 09:14:18 UTC |
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