With your satiny hairs,
You amble without a normal foot.
But with a pristine look,
Your big eyes shines luminously.
Dear, Maybe people call you a handicap,
I call those bullocks a madcap.
Interestingly, what, I am a handicap mentally, here I reveal.
Everyday I fight inside the close door when night falls.
A few days ago your eyes have cried a lot,
Let me clear here, you are a daring person.
It gives me a reason to fight with his servants openly.
You are a bizarre, I don't know you Monica Sharma.
Though we did not shook our hands at all,
But whenever these eyes squints you,
A new story creates a History...
Thank you Kumarmani Sir for your kind words. This goes for my pal in senior Monica Sharma as mentioned. Keep reading. Wishes.
Inside the close door! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you for sharing! This is a wonderfully beautiful poem, which proves that on this play land of words our souls can meet and joy each other's company by as little as only reading each other's creations. The differences as well as common things we find are equally pleasant.
But with a pristine look, Your big eyes shines luminously. Dear, Maybe people call you a handicap, I call those bullocks a madcap. paving the way for the self realizaiton. a very good poem. tony
I cannot explain my ecstasy Sir. My respect and smiles to you from Jorhat, Assam, India.
Wuenderbar (wonderful so wonderful) muss (must) ich (I) sagen (Say) ! und schoene Dank! (and very many thanks) ! ! ! 10+++ So are you a beauty! ! ! Thank you! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A new story definitely creates history. This is very amazingly penned poem shared here.10