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