A poem i wish to write
but words refuse to come insight
i, alone in the room and the light
with my pen, i fight.
Right words, i don't find
though i put my heart and mind.
My imagination flew like a kite,
In anger and annoy, my pen-I Bite.
Of no topic i can think
nothing else, then i blink, Scribbled lines
which do not link
i think, think and think.
In exhaustion my face grew pink.
Amazed, i have finished a full bottle of ink.
......!!!!!!
5 comments:
ha ha ha
its really very funny
if u dont mind shall i make ur poem more powerfull
I THINK THER'S A SPELLING MISTAKE YAMINI
WHILE THINKING N THINKING
U'VE FINISHED A FULL BOTTLE OF iNK?
Or
FULL BOTTLE OF dRINK
HE HE HE HE HE
JUST KIDDING
HI,
Its very awesome dear marvelous buddy i liked it.....
HMMM!!! CONGRATS BUDDY!!!!
IF I AM A
WRITER I WLD BEND BEFORE U!!!
IF I AM A TEACHER I WLD MARK U AS MY
BEST STUDENT!!
IF I AM A ROSE PLANT I WLD BE HAPPY SO THAT I HAD EXPOSED A BEAUTIFUL ROSE!!!
SINCE I AM FRND I WLD BOW DOWN WITH BIG APPLUASE AND CONRATULATE WITH BLOSSOMS OF MY BST WISHESH!!!
ONCE AGAIN BEST BLOG I EVER NEVER SEEN!!
HEY SOME FEELINGS CAN ME XPSSED BUT OHH GODD y? DID'nt U GIVE ME A WORD WHICH WOULD HONOUR MY MY FRND FOR DOING A MARVELLOUS JOB!!! BUT YAMINI ITS ROCKINZZZZ......!!!!LIFE IS SO BIG TO GARNISH WITH THIS TYPE OF INNOVATIVE BLOGS LIFE MEANNING FUL!!!!
thanq u chandu
its good to hear frm u
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