Oscar Wilde Poem by Shamik Kumar Bose

Oscar Wilde



Here comes Mr. Oscar Wilde from his garden
The giant is sleeping, no more the children
Trespassers are all allowed except a ghost
Mr. Wilde from some wild in this winter's frost

Friday, April 9, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: children,winter
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Shamik Kumar Bose

Shamik Kumar Bose

Jalpaiguri Town, West Bengal, India
Close
Error Success