Loves me , loves me not.
She asked as if dead flowers yield.
I asked a flower a nuance like love
and he yielded but may.
Silence follwed
and some more.....
And that fragrance on the heels said
come what may
love , is what is to stay :
The rest never was.
P.S : Part 1 on sinha's webpage :)
Thanks for the idea sinha.