Pretty Woman Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Pretty Woman
Pretty Woman
rest your head on my shoulder
you are richer wine
as you grow older!
On my shoulder is a space
that craves much
the spark of happiness
from your loving touch.
Now my shoulders
been imprinted these years
with your joys your tears
there you have not grown older!
Pretty Woman
my shoulders lust your rest
and for as long they can
reap the divine harvest.
Simply a beautiful verse of love.............I liked it so much sir
What in Urdu called ghazal...the praise of beauty lovely thank for share
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5/9/2024 1:43:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
True love grows firmer and sweeter with years.... Nothing can be an impediment in its smooth course! Enjoyed!