All lips are not good for a kiss,
Are not drenched with love.
Some are poisoned, thorny;
They repel love with harsh words.
Yet, keeping the thorns aside,
Ignoring the sharpened sword
Of words,
I look for a blossoming bud,
That would turn into a rose,
Most adored.
Let there be a rose garden
On every reddened lip,
To be touched and kissed
As desired, as and when!
Dhaka
25 May 2021
I look for a blossoming bud, That would turn into a rose, Most adored....Beautiful poem! Top stars
This is a Classic Song renewed with excellent metaphors, laden and layered, full of brilliance are thy poetic words, Khairul Sir! 5 Stars full
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Dear Khairul Sahab, Hope this finds you happy, well and safe.