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.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

A Poor Man’s Dream

Haughty high mangoes
Nose rubbing clouds
Lost to a silly wind
Waking up a poor man

3 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

that's life

11:37 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

see i couldn't read all of them....as i told u it's quite boring for me..
but this thing that u have written...
i mean seriously this think that u have written is awesome...it's sooooo awesome that i'm gonna take out a print out of this and put it besides my comp ....

i mean ...maybe even u don't know what u have written.... but this is "simply great" ... other things could be great but they are too long...but this is just "simply great"

1:49 am  
Blogger Archana said...

u don know how awesome it feels to read this comment again... keep praising! :D but seriously why on earth do you like it?

12:35 pm  

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