KONVICTED POEM

Life is a bee, Love is honey;

Love is highly regardless of money;

It shouldn't be your belief to get,

But your conjecture to give-

I am yours,

As your essence belongs to you

I am yours,

As your smile completes you

It pertains to your fondness,

Which dismisses life's mess;

I turn back to look at you,

A flurry of warmth perforates into me

Amidst the surfeit of pitch dark,

She turned back,

She glanced,

She smiled

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THE NIGHT SKY

I love the stars in the sky,

That extends up to so high.

They dot the caliginous sky;

That prompts me to wonder Why?

They accompany the lovely moon;

Such is their splendid fortune.

Seems like together they form a room-

With the stars in a flume.

It's Puvvukonvict.........

THANK YOU