An Apple Of Love!

G Geetha Jayakumar Geetha Jayakumar
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An apple fell from a poetic heart It fell into the lap of poetess hands. A beautiful arrow of love Flew from poet's heart to poetess heart. Arrow of words went piercing Each other's heart. It was the beginning of love. Know not how many arrows Struck each other's heart. Finally both lay collapsed and wounded Was it a sweet love or painful one I know not. Finally a doctor was called He said root cause of this entire problem is the apple of love on which arrows were struck from both sides. Finally he took out the apple and threw it into the air. A poor apple became the scapegoat of all piercing arrows. Beware, don't ever catch together that tempting red lovely apple. ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR © 2014 Geetha Jayakumar

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