My Ρσєтяу

I surrender my life to the petals in bloom,
When I stand, on the margin of a parapet, on full moon,
Plucking a petal and extending my step, with every murmur,
‘She loves me, she loves me not’.
And leaving all doors of destiny conceded to the fate of the fervor.
Sighting together, the dark and the bright,
Both of which I tread to fight.
With you, to be or not to be, being my guiding light.
Alas!! I see, all but a solitary petal, in life,
But not, if my step ahead has ground to sight,
Before I take to my final plunge,
Into oblivion or into life
And I pluck the last petal and my step falls in firm,
My love has welcomed me in,
And so has life in turn.