Looking for someone, a sweetheart, an admirer
Where will I find him, sometimes I wonder!
Now its difficult to find, whom once I remember
Enigmatic smile and touch so tender..
Why it iz so fussy, the opposite gender?
This question is a mystery and countless is the number! Oops
Is thr some1 to whom i'll ever surrender??
Who will be my sweet september? Who will be my sweet september?
And if, unfortunately, it's not this september..
Then hopefully, smilingly, curiously, i'll wait for my sweet november :)
At last.... Cheeers and Taste the thunder!!!!!!!
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ReplyDeletewow,,mast..rapchik.
ReplyDeleteha ha..
likd d phrase opposite gender..
ha ha ha ha ha ah ha ha ah
ye poem kahaa se maari hai?...
ReplyDeletemast hai.. ghaint..
thhaayein..
Ye maari nai hai yar.. ye meri original hai :(
ReplyDeletewooooooooow...........lovely poem...
ReplyDeleteekdum jhakassss bole to apchik hai re baba...........very good monicaaa......