Like fresh snow

Innocence in

White purity and soft gentleness

Feather each other

As brushes of compassion

Painting on pristine walls of 

Emotion

With unshed tears.

The wind of beauty

Breezing with freshness of intelligence

Blows  away the trembling leaf 

Of green, yet to mature, expectations

Without any care or caress.

The dancing doll

Of blissful ignorance

Of  differences in chromosomes

Feels the not-dancing silent doll

No touch, motionless emotion,

Apart, yet together

The sophisticated statue

Adored, not knowing its meaning

Eyes seeing everything

Except the teenage gullibility

Toppled tenderness

Pulverises frosty glass

Vampirish vanity

Dreaming that does’nt exist

Burlesque bleeding the 

Bleary building.

A multi-hued rose

Of ever-expanding  fragrance

Of  unending love

The soft petals bear the weight

Of a tree of expectations

Borne out of necessity

Uncompromising in yielding itself

To the heaviness leaning on it.

I found it; I have it.