It is an urge
not in the verge
from the depth
grows in strength
ever beautiful
looks wonderful
a love to keep it fresh
green and lush
makes me over protective
I am not a detective
do not mistake me as one
I like to nurture my passion
without any breaks and falls
well, that is my call.
Meenas Poems 
2 replies on “An Urge”
The urge to read this kind of poem filled up the mind.
Thanks.