One fine morning, when the sun was low
It was overcast, drizzle began pretty slow
I saw her walking in a dazzling gait
She for sure enjoyed with drizzle albeit
I was holding my teacup in room
Feeling that she was my bride and I her groom
While the pour began to hush, yet she began to rush
She ran and came into my home and gave me a push
Got her close and tight and she threw me off
Saying "Hubby, not today" and she flew off
I ran and ran around the house till I caught her
Held her up close and kissed her till sunset
Man!! What Rhyming.... Seriously impressive :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Prasoon
Deletehehehe different nd interesting poem
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful poem...Loved it!
ReplyDelete@Prasoon, Geeta and Saru thank you very much for liking it
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