Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Fragrances being faceless,
Colours being baseless,
Fires being shapeless,
And Love being paceless,
All in a group once came to me
And whispered into my ear,
"Fulfil our wants if you can".
I closed my eyes to seek for a plea,
In order to more deeply peer,
To get a world wide scan.
I thought and thought and thought,
A thought brought me beside you,
Your support yielded the solution sought
And kindled a lovely figure new.
You enabled me to open shutters
to fulfill the wants of all above,
A Face to fragrances, a base to colours
A shape to fires and pace to love.

-Nectar