He came like swirling wind ,and stirred in my heart
and slightly he touched ,like a gentle stroke..
me thought my heart was his ultimate part
but o my heart you could not evoke.
He , an impeteious ,a terbulant constitute
withlight in matters , some fun some joke
o my loving heart be strong and germinate
no flourish feeble feelings of love this way
you ever did think how selfish you are
you allow your heart to sway and dismay
when you in love but can not you help
life like a road with many a walker sweet
some so dear you enclose in yourself
every day you rise with a smile you greet
Arti Rai
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