Poetry

Eyes stole off sleep
Heart hid off peace
Peace driven soul
though appears peaceful
is not only peaceless
but also is restless!
Time seems frozen
in the frost of season!
Awaits wilt blooms of lips
deserting the heart
and darkening the path
from the glittering glow of eyes
Before the abyss of haste makes waste
of time precious,
wish the time melt
as a river of bliss
blessing bountiful joys!
@ Rajani Mula