LIFE and LITERATURE
Where Lilacs’ grow their prettiest,
Where birds sing their sweetest;
There lies a fragile rose,
A May flower, she’s called.
.
Throughout the years she grew sublime;
Her petals bloomed, her beauty shines.
Gifted with goodness and charm,
She’s adorned with praises and warmth.
.
Even time can’t let her wither.
Allured are they that notice her.
A flower raised with love,
She’s a beauty, all eyes should see.
pour ma soeur
The scenic beach,
along with your smile,
one summer noon,
What a sight to behold.
.
I felt your warmth,
As I dance on the sand,
basking the sun;
the salty smell of the beach.
.
You’re like the waves;
strong yet gentle,
soothing and lovely,
you are the sea.
.
Assure me then,
for all waves I see,
they come and go,
never the same again.
.
How deep is your love?
Is it like the oceans?
or as shallow as lakes?
I once saw a small boat
with a speed that of a slug;
the tides where high up,
yet it stayed rowing.
.
Like a tree blown by a tornado,
was the poor boat in the waves’ palm.
Yet, boy was he resilient!
His oars turned swords,
jousted the angry sea.
.
What a fateful night t’was,
all men’s faith were dead, I saw.
None get to tell that night’s tale but I,
for I am part water.
As I walked the path t’wards eminence,
I crossed paths with an old dame.
She spoke of a road less travelled by,
told me, I should give it a try.
Only a fool is swayed by a drifter.
But fool was I for heeding her advice.
I went to seek for the road she spoke of,
and there, i was met with a crossroad.
For once I thought of turning back,
But chance was there for me to grasp.
If only I know where to go at,
I wouldve been gone in split second.
So I sat helplessly by the roadside;
patiently waiting for a passerby.
yet night has come and none hath passed,
and days hath passed yet none has come.
I was in despair when a figure I saw.
T’was the woman from before, I know.
“Told you, it’s a road less travelled by.”
She brashly spoke leaving me mortified.
I wonder if you’ll notice this, but anyway, who cares?
Im not a friend, nor an acquaintance,
Just someone from a far distance.
A mere fan, that’s all I am.
To write about you is already odd;
I might just be dazed or confused.(it’s absurd!)
Still you caught my eye,
And I don’t know why.
To end this nonsense,
This hokeypokey, humbugerry, fiddle-faddle tosh;
Atleast let me give u a clue:
Wait, Never mind. (coz you might know.)
🌸
But if you are that curious , then comment down below.
P.s. I might give you a hint or two.
Too facile to execute Deceit,
Yet all still varies on fate’s verdict.
You might dodge the human arrows,
But ne’er from Guilt’s gallows.
Bow your head,
And off you go.
Aim it high,
And they’ll see it on a spike.
Make haste and hide;
Run from Justitia’s wrath.
For if you will be found,
In your blood, shall you bath.
‘GIUSTIZIA’ s the Roman word for ‘JUSTICE’.
LLE DIOGEL 