B R E A T H E R
Fresh air and freedom unlimited,
rare with relations created unabated,
The penchant so old for emotional attach,
then struggling the suffocation to detach,
A breathing space for for fresh breeze to pass,
shall create a beautiful harmony with a bass
Intrusion and love shall never go
hand in hand.
always shall get wiped out like
footprints in sand
Whom to blame with pure & crystal hearts broken,
betrayals with reasoning, & lessons wrongly taken;
As the trees with right spaces
bloom the best,
So do the relationships do away
from the chest;
Let not relationshıp act as a golden cage;
or 'BOOM "shall it go with unstoppable rage;
Love is a fragrance,love is a garden path,
music are the emotions and
sunshinebath,
Never be an intrusion,just faith be your vision
& then see the comeback galloping to unison....
MANGO TREE Mango tree..mango tree. How does it feel to be hugged by a mother, what its like to be pampered by a father? The quarell with my little brother, & then mendıng again togather , How does mom gets one out of the bed, and makes me sleep massaging my head, ...how it would be choosing my dresses, & dad overlooking at me making faces with mother dressing me up for school&seeing dad dress up for office so cool, .....me crying for the icecream & momdad obliging, ..having food with motherly hands & grandpa watching, Then sleeping tight between mom & dad Listening to stories again&again as I had How does it feel to be bathed by father, &mom oiling and putting my hair togather.. Mango tree wasn't I born from them &then orphaned... was it right for them to wean my childhood fun... ......Me.. was the product when they were love struck... what made you so hard to leave me in garbage truck.. you could have killed me then & t...
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