Fountains tip-toed in the hush of the crescent moon,
Night was young and the silence we could hear croon!
A face daubed with cream on occasion so extraordinary,
A smile she professed that could stop hundred battleships, laden with armory.
Topped the night so bewildering with a piping hot tea,
Grains of sand could not but sing ‘Happy Birthday Gundeeeeee’!
4 comments:
nice and easily understandable one.... (for a change) :-)
need less to say...loveley poem
thankssss a lot bro...
n thanks to all those who made it a nite to remember!
I agree with Anup... finally a poem that did not require a Dictionary.
Well said Lord... as usual... :):):)
first time, one correction proposed.. u shud have written "dubaod" in place of "daubed".. all else is fine! A- grade this time.. :) just kiddin..but yes, the pinches given by me were A+.. accept it, else i will write u like BB in all u r reviews n comments section.. :) dekhi dhamki.. ab sun le..chup chaap..
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