Warmth of Love (Poem)

A girl named as Sprouse, was sitting on the roof of her house.

I was wandering alone when I caught a glimpse of her.

I remember she was wearing original fox fur!

I notice on her face, a bliss of solitude…

And I thought, to that girl; “the world was pretty rude!”

The tears from her eyes came rolling down the street

I thought that I should arrange with the girl for a meet.

There was a pet the squirrel, which every time squeaked,

As the crystal clear tears rolled down the girl’s fluffy cheeks!

She was sweet to me; but to her the surroundings were rude.

As everything I saw her I could notice the bliss of solitude.

So in curiosity, I went upto her and said;

“Tell me for heaven’s sake, are you hungry of buck, love, bread or a cake?”

I asked her name; she said it was Sprouse.

I asked her the reason for sitting alone on the top of her house.

She stood up in respect and her pet the squirrel to her stuck.

She told me frankly that she is neither hungry of bread nor of buck!

She told me it was love that was all she wanted.

With these words from her slender lips, I was enchanted.

She came to me running and I gave her a hug.

She asked me if I could give her the

Warmth of love!

Then the squirrel with delight started rubbing its feet

Then sprouse and I with hand in hand went strolling down the street.

Love is the only emotion that is past all caste and creed.

Humanity is the flower that blossoms when love is the sown seed.

By,

Samania Saman, MSc (P), Agriculture, Microbiology. AMU