I bought some flowers
Lovely bright
With hue and tint
Blended right
Gave a penny
To vendor old
But I knew not where love was sold?
I bought some chocolates
Sweetie delight
Soaked in honey
Feast for sight
Wrapped in silver
And foils of gold
But I knew not where love was sold?
I bought an outfit
Silky white
With pearly beads
Hemmed tight
The perfect fit
Each pleat and fold
But I knew not where love was sold?
I bought a card
With a love quote
Just as I thought
Someone had wrote
On a red heart
In letters bold
But I knew not where love was sold?
I bought a dinner
‘Candle light'
Sparked talk
On winter night
Bodies warm
Heart but cold
But I knew not where love was sold?
as much as i know love means only giving away.. selling reflects like a give n take thing.. anyways well penned the piece.. nice flow of words.
love was sold out each time in your heart itself, Seema...beautiful poem...creative thoughts...10
for all i know love can't be bought or sold though it has been made into a commercially viable product...
Your style is intriguing yet simple and flowing. I will read more!
bought a dinner ‘Candle light’ Sparked talk On winter night Bodies warm Heart but cold But I knew not where love was sold? , , i knes not where love is sold... thoughtful presentation and lovely write.. o like it fopr 10/... read mine dream land.. donot kill me and i sell soul
its a hummmmm and an WOW! :) very clean and significant! 10+++
Seema, this is such an amazing write, familiar images. longing for a soulmate, we wait...an eternal quest. you have brought out the loneliness with such poignancy.the images only add to the pathos of the last lines.10 goes to my fav list Mamta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bodies warm Heart but cold But I knew not where love was sold? has a kinda thumping voodoo beat to it...draws you in very well written cheers