Who made those signals in my life.
The three signals are there n between them yellow is for only seeing as tit for tat like a hive.
World’s creater seems to me like a stranger guide.
I feel -he always to forced all hearts to suicide.
When I want to walk there comes the red signal as blinking,
When I wish not to walk then green signal comes as winking.
What HE wants from us is the typo of life.
Why there are no pink coloured signals to love in universe;
Does HE only want the face of heart as the sign of strife.
If I say yes then red signal and saying no then green signal,
I think that time and luck are made friends like mutual.
Oh, help me and remove all these obstacles,
Because my love is not for them because it has it’s own scandals.
And love them, live among them with many terrifying situations;
Nobody could come near to disturb for receiving my lovely destination.
My rose is not a mere simple rose blooming in a garden, dear!!
It is belonged to the Goddess Aphrodite’s wounded hand which blood mingled with Adonis’s white quartz,
After then both were converted in pink shade and blessed for love n pain forever afterwards.
Why is not that quartz on signal of path of time.;
For the breeze of love tangled on that door like windchim
Written by aruna sharma.
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