miss honest

A tiny seed bottled inside, once broke out into a poem. The poetess loved it so much that even the spelling mistakes were spared.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

No Rhyme No Rhythm No Reason

My smile was big,
I imagined I had dimples
A light breeze rippled across my face
I was so happy!
As happy as I were
When I almost touched the ceiling
Perched on my dad's shoulders.
Or as it happened on a Sunday
When I saw more red letters on the Calender;
Or when I discovered that it wasn't bittergourd for lunch.
It is just that I could not note it down in my diary
Or name this happy day
For there was no reason
I was just happy.

1 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

keep smiling....

11:44 pm  

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