MY DEAR

mango is the

fruit very dear

to my dear,

her cheeks are

pink like

a rose,

sometimes we

fight, sometimes

we laugh,

sometimes we cry and

even get bore,

but one thing

that i know

is living

without her i

can’t afford.

she is bright

like a sunshine,

no impurity

her heart contains,

she lives, she laughs,

she writes and

she paints.

all i do is

just wonder that

how beautifully she

all maintains.

knowledge to rise and

love to live

is all that

she wants,

and therefore;

her zest for

it make

refreshing green and

enthusiastic her dawns.

she is wind and

will flow in

her own way.

let her free,

let her explore,

let her reach to

a place where

there is no

fear and fight;

cry will remain so far

only love,

harmony and

acceptance she will

see and thence

she will become

the brightest star.

dedicated to-

Astha