TWO BUDS Two Buds, may seem apart In the core, they blossom Like a lovely Flower. Now it returns In her abandoned branch Liven it's leafs That shattered, in the past. Those same Benches Repeating it's wonderful hours That lies hidden In your absenting Months. You Cheers, You Enjoy, Moments, Never find in the Foreign Land. Idiotic, Mischievous talk You 'll going to feel beside On the Land calling, Ireland. May God Nurture This Elvish Soul. That is actually Pious and Wonderful, Seeming Hard core. SMRITI THAKUR