Drop Of Love

Every time I think about it, I have no clue what it is,

Every time I blink my eyes, I do not know what glue it can stick

Some times I think this is it what I can term it

At times I think this is where I can barn all bits.

But this do not work all the way I want-

But this cannot be perk of my chant.

You hate me by now that's sure any how

I myself have facts for saying this,

I myself have acts for graving fish.

I am not good at numbers that's the first:

I am not known plumber and that's the second-

My words and my talks have lost it charm,

My birds and its chalked image have lost its arm.

But still I am happy to have drop of it with me;

But still I am happy to have the little honey collected by bees.

Time and moment have gone now

I know that;

Lime and lemon which have become pale ,

I grow that.

Sad face turns to smile when drop of you comes to me;

Dead grave turns to miles,when drop of you homes to me.