Crush....

Dimple on someone’s cheeks,
takes life to a new peak,

When simplicity of someone’s make,
forget the clown’s backstage pun;
that’s what can be  crush
that’s what can be termed someone special for whom we can have mad rush.

When greenery of moon spreads
the lush green field gets a new spark
similarly when someone crosses you through your way
and she adds life to dull clay
that’s when you can term it as crush
for whom we can have mad rush.

When wind asked me why are you not getting affected by my force,
I could just answer that I am already protected by my beautiful armor,

When rain came to my door step and struggled to make me wet,
It also realized that my umbrella is her hair,
Who proactively takes my care.

Even chilly wind could not attack the warmth of her love,
and that protects singing dove.
that’s when you can term it as crush
for whom we can have mad rush.