Descent Praposal Poem by Shant Shukla

I offer flux of my feeling,
Wrapped in our emotion;
Offer unsung stories of night,
With whom I have long fight;
Offer long waiting,
for our meeting;
Offer affection between you and me.......
Offer that night which we spent together
Offer everything which is ours and mine,
I am childish to know your unsung love
U give me more than me
Flux neither accepted nor rejected
A condition with a hope of meeting
Flux yet to be accepted......