Disorder

I feel the pulsating love of yours In the garden of my dream Like a bee busy in sucking honey In your love restless I do seem You go on hating me as if I am A leper by the side of a road With eyes blazing with fire your Heart seems to be in angry mode I have tried many a times to seduce You with gift of varied flowers Stolen from gardens of neighbors In night's superstitious hours Your heart is made of stone picked From the mid of a rubble My wish to get you as the dear lover Vanished like a bubble