Ring of Love

When out of fear, my hopes disappear,
my hands extend support to my falling head,
I see the ring shining on my finger,
And smile.

All fear disappeared,
I am born as new as the daily sun,
With hopes and faith in plenty.
I am born again; A re-birth this second,
For the love that awaits me.

Here I fly, flapping my wings,
Over the cotton clouds of sky,
To ring the door bell
that would sing to console
the sole, which for my presence cries.

Reviews

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

Simple..!!!

Good write..!!!

[Priyanka Natesh]

Sweet!Sweet!Lovely poem.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Fallen and ashen in places, good read

[Aurora Lynn]

Nice poem. The whole thing made me smile.

~Aurora