Thursday, 18 May 2017

Touch me not.

Hiding amongst the grasses,
concealed in camouflage.
its leaves green and minute,
its stem hidden beneath the weeds.

Amongst the grasses lush,
She do not want to get touched.
Even a slight brush of touch,
She close her leaves to hide.

She is soft and she is shy,
she is elegant and she is adorable.
When she says touch me not,
 she means what she said.
Amongst the lushes,
she wants us to leave her alone.

Beauty in her eyes,
Strength in her body.
Hidden beneath her beauty,
A lethal thorns for defense.
When she says touch me not,
 she means what she says.