Ah, the amalgam of purple flowers,
Have the unseen power,
Its aura engulfs the soul in hour,
Though it means immortality,
But who know it’s cordiality,
A dendrophile is dodged by its whimsicality,
But it’s instincts proves their fatality,
AH, The world around is an old WISTERIA,
Full of attractions and seductions,
The charisma fades away the redemption,
In the end, there is only apprehension,
The mind got the gift of sanction,
The heart got locked with contention,
But then still…..
The wisteria’s charm folds attention,
With its evergreen blossom,
me too wants to get imprison,
In the sweet lie of Old WISTERIA,
The eternity of WISTERIA,
Is like the Lover’s criteria,
It pulls you from the illyria,
then blocks your arteria!
But my heart have special area,
For the Only Old WISTERIA!