Words rained…all day long …
And the nights were spent weaving wordy nets…
Words were bought and only words were sold…
She always painted for him the stories untold…
The orange evenings sang for them …
She spoke and spoke again the same...
…but he loved to listen to it all…he said…
It made his evenings turn lovely red…
The silent flower…he let his bee hum…
And she always got for him... the Words,
Sweeter than the honey she gathered they were,
The spring was full of her beautiful Words...
But…the autumn had to strike…
And the cold winds had to blow…
The flower had to fight the chill for her…
And the bee had to wait for the autumns to go…
The winters so terrible and so long they seemed…
But still the flower knew she would return for him…
She would buzz the whole day…for me...he thought…
She would sing to me the same old songs…
But the bee … so lonely… had waited too long …
Unbearable the speechlessness had been to her…
She hadn't been like this … never in her life…
The cold winters had killed all the blabber…
She had been sitting at the window …
Watching the snow and her stories melt away together…
The Silence had taken over her so bad…
She sometimes wondered whether her flower even cared…
And the flower knew not why, he couldn’t see her anymore…
He knew not why, he couldn’t hear her humming…
He waited here and she waited far beyond…
Silent nights stayed ...and the songs never dawned…
excellent...ur poems can easily be published in CBSE english syllabus:)
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