Sunday, 7 April 2024

Poem: 11:35 P.M.

Girl in my dream
How your eyes seem to charm
The spark into me.
They so bright like the sun rays into me

Is it me or you are like a flower?
Planted so rich like kadupul flower.
Your love so rare
That I've felt it for an hour
Soreal was you,my kadupul flower

Just before midnight
I saw you bloom
Right to make you my wife
Your 'love' so true
But live in my eyes I saw you doom

You perished before dawn
Like I've never seen before
And just like orchid lover
Nor oligarch, neither was I able to 
Pick you off the ground 

[Israel Xaba:  7 March 2024]

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