This poem is an ode to my dear one whom I wish to be inspired by this poem so that I can get my inspiration in return from that person....

The moment the doorbell rings, one can hear the snap and a retort One barging inside in a bad mood and the other giving a logic so crude...

She bloomed from a bud as pretty as a rose, My precious little gift that upon me has been bestowed So eager to grow and so curious to...

In all of us these lie inside so still Yes, these are the values and virtues that our society instils We adhere to them for our strength...