The Old Fence Poem by Sreelakshmi Jayakumar

It's painted dark yellow and has turned pale
the old fence that runs around my home in our tale
with slivers of wood protruding out
it's turned old and tarnishes bit by bit.

Greenness covers the wholeness of fence
with rose bushes adorning it midst
the redness of rose beautifies it through
and the fence is covered up with its hue.

The thing that had seen me grow
while I blush, how I did glow
the only thing that saw the flower
of love in us bloom and shower.

A sacred place I chose for my presents
to be kept secret with its essence
The place I sought for in solitude
and after being scold for my wrong attitude.

The little redness that came between the green bush
had enticed me to it and made me blush
it was a reminder of 'our' love
long before and even now.