Seema Aarella - AN APPEAL

The elegant beauty on petals got kissed
By a man so called lover of big and small
The tiny blades of grass but twitched
His mighty boots walking on them all

Hundred or more cells get killed when ever
This tender body does a vigorous butt
They die an insignificant death of the lesser
Sympathy but favours a fracture or a cut

Love is not worn though given to many
Dries the river, ditch but is never cast
Fistful, heart hides in flesh creek tiny
Where from springs a love stream vast

To heave an arrow, enemy must stand
Apart, opposite with a vengeful gist
Let not doubts take the higher hand
I am beside; just wait through the melting mist....! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Seema Aarella

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