Mid August morning
Below the Academy ceiling
When I met
A delightful gal
Smile being her first name
Amicability got her the fame
Soon she got the label
The Happy go lucky girl
Her Instant laugh
Made even lame walk
The sparkle in her eyes
Let the darkness fly
That caring hand
Like a magical wand
The emotional hug
Giving me absolute smug
The love for others
Making her the cynosure
That kingly attitude
Always letting the moment rule
She is one nice gal
A quality woman and a perfect pal
Soumya, wishing you luck and great fame
Times immortal long live your name
1 comment:
hey darling,its really very sweet poem.
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