WHEREABOUTS OF A WOMAN
I am the country girl,
In the dawn, with the steed, on the farm
And in the wandering of your mind.
I am the homeless urchin,
In the noon, with the burns, on a test
And in the sparkling of your eyes.
I am the lonely soul,
In the dusk, with the storm, on a fight,
And in the haziness of your dreams.
I am the invisible romantic,
In the dark, with the moon, on a poem,
And in the secret of your heart.
But am I, you ask
In the words, with the men, on their mouths
And in the allegations of your horrors?
Yes, but I am also the pretty bride
In the frilly frock,with wavy hair,on the run
And in the reasons of your smiles .
Hi then you come out of the girlie shell become a woman. Nice poem copy or your original? Write regularly on blog it will improve your thoughts and I will promise to response you for lifetime.
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ReplyDeleteRomance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings,
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.
Gracious you Vikram !
ReplyDeleteThanks for the support buddy ..
hehehe... well after reading this i really think i shud've taken more time in writing what i wrote b4 :P... but this is nice... quite refreshing especially coming from u :)
ReplyDeletei hope u write like this more often :D
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