The Bruises... Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Bruises...
Two drops of ink used for writing
With mere two drops there he wrote
A beautiful letter to his friend
But told it as a friendly one
The friend was a naughty friend
A beautiful girl his own age
The letter was the first one
The bruise he got, the end result
Never indulged a repeated writing.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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The end result of a letter.....
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