I too deserve to be loved,
To get the acceptance from my beloved
To be cared and pampered in times of distress
I too deserve the attention, the time,
The place in his life and the space in his heart
The breeze of his joys and the heat of his sorrows
I too deserve to vive,
In the cozy comfort of his presence
Snatch my share of affection
And add to my life his floral essence
I too deserve to be happy...
To get the acceptance from my beloved
To be cared and pampered in times of distress
I too deserve the attention, the time,
The place in his life and the space in his heart
The breeze of his joys and the heat of his sorrows
I too deserve to vive,
In the cozy comfort of his presence
Snatch my share of affection
And add to my life his floral essence
I too deserve to be happy...
2 comments:
According to my experience with literature, this piece of literature is nothing but the proof that the writer has moved to the next level of the 'expression', when the writer doesn't create something to express herself to the outside world but she writes just to express herself to 'herself'.
In this stage there is no hunger for the appreciation from anyone else.....the language becomes simple....no fancy words... expressions appear to have more life than before.... the creation in itself provides emmense pleasure to the writer......KUDOS.
Good one.
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