to two of my best friends-lovely and kareena

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She smells of rose
She smells of rose and shines of gold,
Pulchritudinous, and heart so bold.
Her looks can blossom drooping hearts
Saddened souls and gloomy parts.
In lonely starry dreamy nights
I think of her with granted rights.
But treading her path in dancing gait
She makes me waver, doubt my fate,
Will she be back? Or go ahead
Leaving no footsteps to trace?
Leaving behind the promise of a fire,
In which, all my life, I shall warm my hands
And be content of having met her once,
Merely trying hard to hold her tight
To my album of memories
So that I don’t miss a single moment spent with her.
I still get her fragrance,
And get blinded by her smile,
Still her smiles make me throb more hard.
She shines the azure,
And leaves the skies starry,
This story to many a kinship I told,
She smells of rose and shines of gold...

Comments

Manu Sharma said…
dat was a nice poem too...never knew u had dis romantic poetic side 2 u........khekhekhe
May 8, 2009 at 4:02 AM
Viraat Harsh said…
thanx manu.. even i never knew about it.. until late..
May 15, 2009 at 12:09 PM
Unknown said…
romantic Viraat..:)nice
April 9, 2010 at 12:21 PM
Viraat Harsh said…
thank you ankita.. :)
April 10, 2010 at 11:13 AM
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