You came in to my lush green garden
with infinite variety of seasons
the herbs and the child lawn
greeted you with smile so beloved.

My thoughts are still rusting
wondering what made you mine
can we ever pledge what knot-
the lawn and the dew drop sense.

Yonder, I say to my dear rose
in the far western horizon we meet
not this day, not tomorrow
at the end of this act so beautifully played.

A role so venomous I play
venomous to the holder and the beholder
treachery in all its vigour
would perish only with my last breath…………….!!!!!!!!