In the frailty, of the twilight
she held, my little finger
I tugged, and it was tight
and I let, my dreams linger
Dozen faces, speaking muted words
just her laughter, filled my ears
like melodiously ringing chords
may it last, for many more years
Her face glows, in charming colours
everything else, is dull and grey
dabs of tints, tinges and flavours
only she deserves them all, if I may
I see the moon in my roof, he is all aloof
admiring moons and stars, far and away
I'm like the moon, a lonely goof
admiring her in my dreams, everyday
2 comments:
You sound gifted!!
Keep it up...
Guru
nice one hari... I like the variety in your poetries from tea to electrons to feelings to dreams...
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