Once I plucked a flower,
To love it, To hold it in my palm,
To smell its fragrance, Ah! Sweet fragrance,
To tell something to talk something,
A companion to walk.
As I say, that I love her,
Hold you fellow, are you telling truth?
Why, dont I love you?
That’s why I plucked you,
You are liar, you are fibber.
To keep you near my heart,
To keep you in my book,
To enjoy your fresh smell,
You are liar, you are fibber.
To adore you whenever I want,
To talk about your qualities,
To tell the mystery of your complexion,
You are liar, you are fibber.
Let me ask why I am liar?
Tell me why I pretend to you as fibber?
Then hear you fellow,
If you loved me, you wouldn’t plucked me,
Love is about sacrifice,
Love is when you smell me daily,
Love is when you watered me daily,
Love is when you won’t leave me to die.
I, I will leave you to die?
No, at any cost, I won’t let you lost,
I will love you till my last breadth.
No, you won’t, this is my last day,
I wish I wasn’t plucked so I could live longer with you.
Poetry4u. 