Walking down the path of greenery,
My feet threading the ground firmly,
For one whose heart is heavy,
Carries a weight so weightless,
Cannot be seen even by the sighted,
But yet, so heavy it can make a world crumble.
My heart yearns, not from hunger but of love,
For how dearly my arms long,
For one it could hold still to my chest.
The petals dresses out a colourful attires,
Which stirs the heart of the bee and wings to beat,
All make it elated, staying within the one it cherish.
How long will I wait for my dear sepal,
To furnish my heart like a petal.
For my heart bleeds only the crimson liquid,
But I yearn for that which cannot be felt.
Please don't tarry long my dear one,
For the heart won't beat forever.
