strolling one day
with her cute little puppy
she saw a beautiful necklace
at a wayside store
with a deep desire to buy
the same
she asked the salesman for the price
her birthday was in the offing
she planned to wear it for the bash
in the piggy box she pooled daily
the pocket money she would get
and the coins piled up good enough
to buy the necklace she liked so much
on a sunday noon
she went and bought
the necklace that she liked
she beamed at the salesman
when he packed her ornament
and bade goodbye
but her glee was a bit short lived
like a bolt from the blue
a passing crook mugged her
and melted into the crowd
with the booty
dolly yelled for help
but no help was in sight
she sat forlorn weeping in a corner
with no one to console
it takes months or years
to fulfill a dream we cherish
but a fraction of a second
for someone to ruin the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful poem whether dolly get pacified............fantastic write.........shan...see my 10+++