My Florist
comes knocking...at my door

He brings me flowers aplenty
Roses, Jasmines, Marigold...and so on
the colours, shades, and fragrance of all variety
I hold a flower and keep looking on

I can see you blushing in Rose petals
grinning in bright marigold
the Dahlias are not half as enchanting
as your face that I behold

the Florist
comes knocking at my door
asking me
  if I wanted some more

he means flowers,
I mean your loving thoughts
I say yes...and he floods my room
with flowers .....of all types and sorts

he says.. they all come with a price
I tell him they are priceless
each flower holds a dream of you in my eyes
and each dream happens to be  timeless

as I sit
holding a flower
and dreaming of you

the Florist
comes knocking at my door
with few Psychiatrist by his side
telling me he'll get some more

He means Psychiatrist
I mean your loving thoughts
I say Thanks...they say ...Crazy
I wonder why they are so agitated lot

I don't understand
why should he require PSYCHIATRIST
just
because...he is my Florist
and comes knocking at my door......
 

~Mukul~

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