Complaints or compliments By R.Krishnamurthy

I will not pay attention to these complaints
I will regard them only as compliments
But I will note them with due regard
And to your notice with glee I forward

The hill says she is robbed of her valleys
You have added them to your curves
The sea is flat without her waves
She says I can find them in your curls

The rose has lost her petals pink
Maybe into your cheeks I think
The bee hive is almost empty
Your lips are swelling with honey

The rainbow is without a hue
The grass is without her dew
A star is missing her twinkle
Your eye brow is getting a wrinkle.