Blame Me Not

Blame me not If my poetry touches your heart Your soul undulate reading my poem If your mind objurgate the flowing wave If the wind whispers in your ears If your eyes eradiate the courteous view If your nostril percept the perfume If thy melody of life touches the sky Like an eagle flying in the sky Making an attempt to kiss the moon Sheering in the infinitive sky You will be thinking what to say? The blooming flower will be reciting my poem Then you must be listening to the fragrance Certainly you will be exaggerating the value And ingeminating your erubscent feelings When birds will be chirping songs The breeze must be rappelling down to your feet Blame me not for your misunderstanding For making you sick for your feelings Incited in corner of your heart I am writing for the universal hood Glittering in the moonlit night Exposing gesture of thy presence Disbursing pollen to flowers Sweetness in honey and Melodious rhythms in song Blame me not or my poetry For inducing your exaggerating feelings.