Feathers
Feathers
The birds singing some stories of true love,
The stones carved with lovers names still lying besides the banks!
Even after many efforts of river, failed to bury them,
And so the saboteurs were not able to drown them!
The creepers decorating names on stones by grow alongside
These stories of love are alluring as of a feather of swans,
A white feather flying telling story of love and blunders !
It whirls with feelings and emotions and movi
ng towards to the melody of love !
Lovers were unaware that their happiness is a mirage
And smiles on their faces,
Would bother evil eyes when they will notice!
Lovers sacrificed their lives to be elegant
It beguiles, cheated by back stabbers!
But their love was painted by hope itself
And hope never fails my friends!
And so they became love birds
Came again the lovers of previous life
Spreading these feathers again!!!!