The petals of that
"Rose"
Though were wilted today
Yet carried , that
"Essence"
That essence of 1st confession..

"Confession"
Of addiction to those eyes
Of loving the serenity of that voice
Of smiling to a smile , a Bliss
Of drowning into a poetry..

"Poetry"
The author of which remains the Deity
The rhythm of which remains life
The words of which are hard to decipher.
And I a novice, still learning ,
slowly-slowly..

- राहुल लाल 'भानु'