Advancing to the Flower Bed

Treading the pebbled road

Resting with each step.

Soothing the soles

with the remaining lap left.

Budding roses, Tirzah scents

now skips in Agitato.

Heart steadily flutters

And feet dug into flower beds.

Playing in orchestra

the leaves, mayas, and rush of waters.

And that lone rose she picks

light hand, smile ne'er falters.

***

With all scrapes

With all bruises

flower petals on lips,

and Love in sunlight and bushes

I have no idea what came into my mind while writing this. Perhaps it was joy of assurance, I do not know. But as long as it's a happy poem now, I am absolutely satisfied. :)