BU ( / Kerala, India)

A Treasure In My Soul

The scutcheon on my door
Is your peaceful heavenly smile
I carved it on my door
To lock the sorrows inside.

I plead you, not to ask for the key,
As I missed it on a thespian escape!
The scuttle on my head is full of rose
From the garden of Scylla of the Pacific.

Through the spectacles on your nose
Don't speck on my rose
This spectacular sight is for me alone
A treasure to the sanctum of my soul! !

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Wonderful and inspiring Beautiful and blooming Skilful creation. My congrats... ADD MY TEN PLUS
wonderful expression - Through the spectacles on your nose Don't speck on my rose// yeah -its not possible to share our feelings with everybody
Your note says the truth...but whatever you have expressed here carries a complete wholesomeness of love...a splendid work....100
A Compelling and captivation composition! Well done!
I plead you, not to ask for the key, As I missed it on a thespian escape! The scuttle on my head is full of rose From the garden of Scylla of the Pacific....sparkling expression! It's my pleasure reading it again and again!
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