Fragrance is the substance of flowers <br />and honey is the life of the flowers <br />flying bees are the deep lovers of flowers <br />amazing colour are the enticers of flowers! <br /> <br />It is the xanthic flower <br />glitter in yellowish gold and nay fragrance <br />honey less blossomed on earth <br />none of the bees loved ever <br />and thee soul in pain blossomed here! <br /> <br />Who liketh the flower which maketh fear? <br />none adore and nay pluck for its beauty <br />on the earth, the cluless flower seep in tears! <br /> <br />For heaven and hell it is the pain <br />hell is she in her mind it is, <br />heaven is she know thee loved her in heart <br />heaven opened the doors, hey xanthic <br />blossom here and <br />ye, wonder watch bliss and praise! <br /> <br />None lick your petals <br />nay ake you take you out for fear and tear <br />peep through the windows <br />the heaven and hell, the days passed <br />months, and rolled million of years <br />the xanthic flower peep through the windows! <br /> <br />Bees fly and roses delight <br />white lilies spread fragrance <br />none of the Garden adore the Xanthic! <br /> <br />You are the Xanthic the Pain <br />hey! lady nestor knows the vehement <br />and 'xAnTHiC is pAiN'.<br /><br />dinesh mukherjee a poet occasional(hardly a poet)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-xanthic-flower-pain/
