Its an oxymoron but often in life we have open secrets and lovely enemy etc. etc. similarly that thief is really beautiful, let me explain what she had stolen so far.. and who knows one fine day.....
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I could catch
your acts
Who stole!
Charm and
beauty from night queen moon
Who stole!
From “Brahma”
her sparkling fortune
Who stole!
Magical voice
from piano’s tune
Who stole!,
Warmth in
relation, from month of June
Who stole
Color for her
lips from coral stone
Who stole!
Darkness in
hairs from dark black cloud
Who stole!
Confident from
roar of lion “which is so loud”
Walking with
her is itself a proud.
Who stole!
Sparkle in eyes
from brightest star
Who stole!
“Distance” from
last planet of galaxy
Who stole!
Tears from
deepest ocean’s pearl
Who stole!
Smile from
rainbow winter
To draw her
sketch god become painter.
At the end
Who has stolen
my heart…… with her gentle thought & calm desires
Now things are connected with unseen
wires……….. I praise that lady of moral & love
LOVE IS DIVINE
Yet to come
Without a
social fear
for thousands
of years,
your name will
be attached with me & fame will be attached with me
I will love
you! you are not with me
world will see
you in my tears.
bounding, self
respect and status in society,
May stop you
today. once soul leaves the body only me will be nearest & dearest, so
cheers!
today i am a
piece of glass, i might hurt you
my
transformation of mirror, will only praise
today i can not
write great line, but you would be in every phrase
"I"
Miss you
