Mandeep Singh 13 (21/08/1985)
She flows and she rhymes
She sizzles, perplexes and captures my mind
No simile for smiles
No metaphor for eyes
My Poem is ravishing and stunningly shines
Leaves me breathless, the author was divine.
She walks, she talks
And through my heart glides
Keeps me high, my Poem is my wine.
I try to read her every day
And I pray,
I can read her for the rest of my stay
Mandeep did not write her
But claims with his sign
My Poem is my poem
My Poem is……mine! !
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