One blooms, throughout, the year, so wild
Scattering, the scent, of, her mystiques
The other one, with a whiff, so mild
Flirts, with the yearning, that she seeks!
One is, the chalice, of love-wine
Spilled endlessly, by a, careless kiss
The other one, believes, she’s, a diva divine
Who’ll, never ever, sing, to a, herd amiss!
One plays, like pawns, with love, and lust
Romance, for the other, is a game, of dots
Lost, rosary beads, of a, sin, august
Both sway, in boulevard, of my thoughts
Forget-Me-Nots, And, Touch-Me-Nots !
© 2022 Vikas Chandra