Cherry......
The miniature bows of the cherry tree
Had the usher of the golden age
Days passes by,minds changes by
still it becomes a mark for every passer by...
The floral curves of the miniature bows
Were flowery on its whole..
The flowers,the fragrance and the delightful essence ..
Gave the very proof of somebody's heartfelt
presence..
The wintry morning,the cozy bed..
The whirls of falling mists...
The purple maze of chirping birds on their lonely nest...
Made the cherry tree to be their only crest....
The little kids of the little trodden hills..
Swings along the boughs......
The pain the suffering of the men in the mills
Were tough to perceive in compare to any vows....
The skinny women of the hill top houses..
Drawing water from the narrow wells...
Every day every moment their every thought repels....
Still in that Cozy bed, in the Hill top houses they dwell.....
The graceful maiden waits for her her beloved man..
In the blushful shadow of the cherry tree..
Her joys had no bounds,seeing her Deary man...
O wow,the grace,the beauty of the astonished eyes were beyond all it can be....
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