The things that we love to treasure
Always prefer to have a price -
And they go up in values over time,
May be twice or even thrice!
But holding on the time is the key
To success that we desperately seek -
Followed by the wrinkle on the forehead,
Just above the cuddly cheek!
The distance between two hearts can be measured
By the throb or the chill -
Hidden neatly in the valleys of love,
Where words cannot ride or even feel!
Throbs may become faster if or when
We can see the only other face -
And provoke us to 'win' all the 'cards',
Carrying nothing but the ace!
The rainbows, after drizzling,
Trigger romance in an inquisitive soul -
To make us view the world around,
Like the fish sees from the bowl!
The face tends to lit up brightly,
And suddenly weaves the threads of joy -
And shows happiness, like a child,
Upon receipt of the latest beloved toy!
At times, we wonder, if face
Is the real index of mind -
Or it's something else, like a puppet,
To put us in bind!
The shadow on the face, at dawn or dusk,
May signal the impending storm -
And often blow away the dusts,
Settled around the heart, to bring it to norm!
The world would be heaven
If we can accept the face as the locus -
And bury our differences, at all the times,
To hone only on the focus!
So, the face value, cloaked by admonition of life,
Some day will definitely soar -
While teaching us to respect mankind on earth,
Mused by the comet's uproar!!!!
