The girl with those mesmerizing eyes,
Eyes filled with love,
The beautiful wheatish skin,
The natural beauty of a pearl,
The glint in the eyes,
Who was that?
Wearing fine muslin clothes,
Sitting under the tree,
A hint of wisdom on her face,
The beautiful pearly smile,
Who was that?
Her beautiful fascinating talk,
Her fierce angry look,
Her talks about books,
Her stare if I didn't hear,
Her belief in mythical creatures,
Who was that?
One day she went like dreams,
I searched for her everywhere,
But she was nowhere to be seen,
My heart broke and shattered.
But she didn't hear it at all,
She left me alone
Who was that?
I too mistook the girl as the poetess herself, but when I read her reply to Me Myself And I, i have no alternate but to think the poetess unconsciously imagines her childhood. Even if the girl is not the poetess and just an imagination, at least nonsense of her childhood is reflected in that girl who was lost with the childhood. It's a graet poem.................10
Haha, not at all! I was just immature then.This is my first poem. I now truly believe, that love doesn't exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This a lovely poem. continue to write sara.