manish thumala

Teen Age - Poem by manish thumala

i live for a aim
which is not a crime
i don't need the welth of dead bodies
i need the helth of good sprits

i know my birti date
i don't know my death date
i live for my self
i die for my love self

it's my teen my mind is clean
i saw a girl
she is like a angle in cathdirl
this is the age of a boy to have joy

to her she always do's duty
her face has glance
colour of her hair is so fair
she had dark blak eye

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 13, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 14, 2011

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