Canadian Girl Poem by Vikram G. Aarella
Canadian Girl
Dark clouds had just burst into rain,
I was alone, travelling in the train.
It was just beginning to gain speed,
I had with me Sunday newspaper to read.
The girl sitting opposite to me, started
To complain, as her seat faced backward.
I offered to exchange seats for her
In return I had to accept her offer.
Of buying coffee for both of us,
Friendship with this girl began thus.
I thought, she must be an American,
From her accent, but she denied to be one.
Her father was Scottish and mother Hungarian
But she considered herself as a proud Canadian.
We talked our way through the long journey
On drinks, it was my turn to spend money.
Such a sweet and tender poem! Kind of strokes my patriotic heart too :) ~Amber~
Dear Mr Vikram, Your poem 'Canadian Girl' touched me with its sincerity and craftmanship. Please dont be after ratings by fellow poets. My words speak all.
Her father was Scottish and mother Hungarian But she considered herself as a proud Canadian. We talked our way through the long journey On drinks, it was my turn to spend money....these lines says it all! nice read! entertaining!
nice! ! ! the canadian girl made you spend your money -10 anjali
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 12:15:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
insight into a few moments of ur life? good rhymes! Preeti