Jay P Narain

Freshman - 557 Points (Jan.1945 / Bihar, India)

My Pretty Doll - Poem by Jay P Narain

When I met this four year old,
I thought I found my pretty doll,
She radiates the prettiest smile in the world,
The joy from her voice fills the room with the sweetest accord.

Her crayon back pack is little heavier than her,
when she draws the circles, I am transfixed to watch the circle of life,
when she scribbles on paper, I wonder where Picasso may have found his inspiration,
when we draw together, I feel captivated by the innocence and the beauty of creation.

Her inquisitive mind is restless to find,
why one rose is red, another one white,
why it rains some times, why the sun does not shine all the time,
why the Care Bears live on the clouds, and why the cookie monster eats all her cookies.

When she comes and sits down next to me,
The chemistry of closeness sparkles in my heart,
This love is so rare, this affection is so priceless,
I will treasure in my heart for a long time to come.


Comments about My Pretty Doll by Jay P Narain

  • Jasbir Chatterjee (4/15/2006 11:39:00 AM)


    Dear Jay,

    This is a lovely poem and you seem to be a very affectionate person yourself. I feel sad that I haven't met you in real life too. I have also read, as per your suggestion, the poems you have published in humnri.com. I found them all wonderful.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 15, 2006



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