I know she is the girl who is so nice,
in her head this poem won't put some ice.
She lost her phone some where in the room,
suddenly she found some where its boomed.
Then she gave a call with a wish,
and i felt too happy like a golden fish.
Then I came out of my client home,
thinking to call her but had some storm.
Still i am afraid to call her,
let my self suffer thats all sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem, different ways of expression. vote 10