Poems by neeta

Growing apart

Let me tell you the story
Or red, pink and orange

Red was possessive and wild
Pink could giggle like a child
Orange could swear like the old

the rules were a jokes to them
on each ring finger adorned a gem that
Promised forever, but life was cruel and sent each on a different part

Orange and pink found a home
While red's past caught up to her
After some time orange started to wither
Pink was drowning in pretense as her memory started to fade

Love is like a flower
As beautiful as it is colorful
And for everyone it's different
But it is still called
Love.           

                                                Neeta