darling

bula,my darling.
at my birthday offered me a cake and candle.
some of my closed friends sat on dining table.
mild fragrance air exuded from derhadun fried rice.
has torn the rose from its branchwhich is just bloomed and kept on flowervase.
at birth it was painful when torn the rose.
light fragrance of rose and rapid pant of my darling.
but i love more panorama of my wedding.
[will be continue]saroj khan[writer