Can you feel what happenes when a bud changes in a flower.
What a joy rain as a shower.
It opens its petals in so innocent way,
As a drunken girl waves in her way.
As an eye full of drowsiness,
You can not close it with stress.
Come, kiss and praise its beauty,
Saving its charm is your duty.
Nature is yours and you have to be.
©Vimal Kumar Shukla'Vimal'
Saturday, April 04, 2015