Your game of darling doll, mine of the mimic train
Unpopular your doll, always was in my brain
My train would I aim always at your silver doll
Your tears my anger, thus we spent our day all
Screaming with wet eyes, you would go to your mom
‘Look! He’s broken my doll.’ You would say in angry form
I would say to my mom, ‘my train, look! She broke’
Angry with a stick in hand, your mom would me poke
Came to know some years later
That was love in my heart
Same it was in your breast
You wished my love for you
More than my dummy train
I wished you always care
For me more than your doll
When I crushed my heavy train
With your doll with golden hair
My anger carried love
Love was in you darling tears.
Jahan 09/05/2013
young love is a tender experience. lovely and charming. It only happens once in a lifetime. nice write
Innocent love that goes so deep of childhood memories brought back to life so vividly! I really enjoyed this great write!
fabulous my friend.the ending is marvelous.although i feel a little sadness in it. ~nb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
First of all congratulation dear poet, u have completed your 100 poems, made a century as well...as for as poem is concern, you always do a great job....what should i say in aspiration, am getting confused, ....i think you should be lecturer in romanticism...hats off