By Vutukuri Deepika
All I dearth is a ray of effulgence in my cherished precious life,
I impulse thy beam,
Emotions are roller coasters,
Thou art fortuitous for me, akin to the gleaming sun exposing the warmth from head to toe to the gloomy sunflower.
All I dearth is the ripple of Aqua,
A small fry, thirsty, dying to meet the sea wave,
Life, salutation, the path with the flower queen embellished with prickles,
Alluring the troubles akin to Lotus in the mud.
All I dearth is an optimistic in the gloominess,
In the race turtle chasing the rabbit,
Brawl between life and death,
Hand adorned with blood of thirsty inclination.
All I dearth is a beam cavort on my lips,
A key to unlatching the inner feelings, to yelp lungs out,
The peacock disengages a train to enhance its mate,
The parrot warbled in his melodious voice pleading to stay with thou.
By Vutukuri Deepika
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