ahem

She stood there like a flame
I had no one to blame
She has given me the game
But I had no parts to frame
Why the sunset is in your realm
Why the sunrise is in your helm
What makes you so supple and prime
And what inks me in colors that are subtle and prim
Why you smile like a gem
And why you make me so sad and grim
Why in your elm
I see ferns that are not so plum .

Arjun

http://amitrajyoti.com

Arjun here.From Kottakkal, Kerala,India. I am interested in anything that is interesting and writing comes among the top of that list. I read,I write,I live.

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