Preciousness in one

There she stands, red as blood, dancing in solitude
Yet glistening her natural beauty to the roaring wind
Everyone who's ever been to Ramjar 
Digs under cover from the passing Mr. wind
But say whatever for she stands tall
Defying the odds of he who tries to shy her off
      Its no use Mr. wind
      As she's pure as she portrays 
      One can feel her presence from yard's distance
      For she isn't withering anytime soon
      Oh! mother of love, isn't she beautiful?
My mind yearns to ask; aren't you ever lonely?
For you're all one in over field's distance
But I know too well without her answering
That it's in the solitude with which she mesmerizes onlookers
      Nobody dares to touch her even with love
      And who could? for she's just one
      Even seasons seem's to be in no hurry, why?
      Oh, I forgot..... She's rose, isn't she?

It's about time

Each day is a lesson, I say
For life is uncertain, they say
Today's just been like yesterday
And tomorrow would be no better
        How I wish, I could live care free
        If only I had less obligations to spree
        Oh! am tired beyond clouds my friend
        Have I got no merry times in grand
Those birds high up the sky
Have got not much to cry
Beautiful and all they witness
fancy and all my goodness
         Every cloud's got a silver lining
         Dreams of good times dawning
         Come to me now, I pray
         It's about time, it's about time  

shy to leave

It won't be long before I bid my generous good bye to this old and dear place.
The feelings are all mixed. Some of me says that I should be happy for leaving to a better place,
while the other reciprocate the attachment evenly.
It was all good and merry during my stay and soon will have to cherish just memories of it.
Like they say, life is all about meeting and departing. Nothing is permanent.
It is just a matter of time, for all I know.
Rugged may be the place when new
But once the calling happens
Its the mind that suffers scilently, despite the body's luxuary
Have I stayed too long? I wonder
For it feels like yesterday that I have come
Or am I leaving too soon? I doubt
For the moons that I have seen plenty
Then why so empty? I feel
I dont know answers my mind shyly
Fare well my old mates
You all have hansomely made my day, when in here
As the time ticks by, will cherish you loving folk's company
Endlessly. So fare well

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