Tuesday, February 16, 2010

My poem

Walking down a mile
He comes across a smile
Boy likes a girl
She's like a pearl

Friends they become
The blossoms have come
Very much they enjoy the time
Till now its all fun and fine

In a dream he comes to know
The feelings he had from a while ago
Love was occupying his mind
For the one and the only kind

Mind reading is not what he can do
And that his friend didn't knew
His feelings are so pure
Does she have any cure?

- Abhi