During my early childhood i asked my mom,who very often says to me’i love you’, “maa,wat id lob”
C answered,’love is a beautyful flower’
suddenly i went upto a flower vase,picked one,wid those lalling speech,’maa,take dis lob’said I.
aftr a pause i said,’maa,y dunt u ask BAPA to bling a big lob fol me’
C smiled again dis tym wid a wider one…whisperin in my ear,
‘a white feathered fairy wl rise frm d purple colored mountain
c wl gift u a heartful f love…a bunch of butyful flowers’
since then i was waiting 4 that fairy…
One day i was walking down d street;a silly schoolgirl a chilly dancer of romance dressed white walked past me.her bewitching smiles made me crazy.i turned bak.c had a bunch f butyful flowers in her hand.
Dat evening,with tear stained cheeks,i asked,’maa,i saw d fairy wid so many butyful flowers but…’
‘my boy! C is an angel…u r a mortalman’
‘ok baba,in one case c wl gift her love to u’
‘u must have more butyful flowers than c has’
since then i everyday draw some blood frm my stupid heart&stain my flowers red making it a lil’ more butyful.
Thinking of c wl oneday come unfolding all d mystery wid those butyfl flowers &giv a panacea touch to my bleeding heart
O fairy!come on…
U r made for me…
Dont let me,anymore,MISS UR BUTYFUL FLOWERS…