This is one of the poems, written by me, in the year 2004.
I have discovered,
That I owe something
To someone special,
That is a place in my heart,
A special space that no else could get,
I felt inclination,
Affection,
Love,
And the warmth,
The warmth of intensity,
Of inclination, affection and love.
She besieged me,
In my thoughts,
In my expressions,
In deeds,
And in action,
Words are not enough to portray her,
Expressions do not represent her suitably,
And looks are always deceptive, it is said.
They say it is sin,
To discover that,
You feel penchant,
Warmth,
Adore,
And feel someone in your heart,
Who is not legally related to you.
Rules are for conformists,
Who dare not decide the path,
Just follow the crowd,
And feel shame in their sham,
That they used up their life futile,
Did not even consult their conscience.
Nature does not conform;
Nor things dearer to nature,
So, what is wrong if one follows nature?
Do I owe an explanation?
Do we seek one from Nature?
It shows disdain for rules,
And I follow nature.
My heart too beats for her,
Yes, It has a space for her,
A private space,
A special space,
This has become hers,
She has enriched it,
By her aroma,
The aroma of love.
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