The Lass who made me a poet!
Never had I written poem, poetry embraced me next day I met her:
One glimpse of her, a glance from her drives me to heaven abode!
Am envious of the lucky guy who holds her hands (her in arms)
Her smile so sweet keeps me alive until dusk,
& Am dead until dawn!
Long her glance every day,
Her smile once a day
Least to hear a word a day
Am going crazy seeing her, her Smile
I don wana see her anymore
B’cause am going crazy
Am fed up, of myself n my state
Alas! I am a poet…..
Hari!Om!
ReplyDeleteI could visualize the YOUTH IN YOU still going younger day by day, when the youth itself getting older paradoxically.
That's the spirit that we youth should learn and apply in all aspects of our lives.
Jai!Hind!