I lost my heart...
To your pleasant smiles;

Your simple glance...
Has power to grab my mind.

Your silent presence...
Fills my world with music.

Your slight gestures...
Tempting my heart to love;

I wish to be with you...
You are my rose; I am your bee...

I tried to dance;
They told me, behave like a girl...

I tried to talk;
They told me, don't raise your voice...

I tried to play;
They told me, you can't; you are a girl...

I tried to learn;
They told me, just learn to cook...

I tried to work;
They told me, just learn to manage home...

I asked for freedom;
They told me, this was my freedom...

I started to learn;
They told me, my knowledge is for vain...

One day I can prove...
They were wrong...

I was like a mirror...
They showered stones on me;

They thought I am broken;
Yes, I was...

But now I nursed myself;
Now I'm a firm solid...

They can break me;
But, Not my spirit to win.

Life of humans blooms in the world,
With most welcome or sans welcome.

Welcome or sans welcome - happiness,
Stays with the sound value pure heart.

Sound value of pure heart - gets wilted
When the value of pure heart dries.

Value of pure heart dries - when the
World gives priority to money and power.

Priority to money and power - smashes
The pure relationship as the dust.

As the dust,  pampered love - departs
With huge pain and discomfort fills the life .

Pain and discomfort fills the life - pure heart
Drenched in the world of darkness.

The world of darkness - sparkles lights
When the life gives priority for love.

Priority for love - fills our life with colours
Until the flowers of burial fills our body.

If the blooming flowers can play melody,
Mornings would dawn with fragrant tunes wildly;
Fragrant flowers could tame the noses,  
Weary of sick would vanish sans sources;
Tunes of flowers would capture the ears,
Days bloom as the melody hears;
Blooming flowers spread the love with scent,
Glowing flowers would shred the weary sans hint.