Mrs. Munshi, the Nostradamus
On a sultry summer evening
You professed
That a fish eating, brown eyed, luscious girl
Will distract him beyond measure.
The girl came
Like an evening shadow
He walked away with her
And as they turned to give one last look
You said, but she’s not you.
posted by chandrika @ 4:54 AM
4 comments
4 Comments:
ummmmm bhalo kintu context ta bujhlam na.....
Wah! Wah! Huzur ekdum Jhakaas as always..keep writing dear n keep smiling as well :).
Chandrika! I didnt knw you were are poetess and a good one at that.
Wow really
sweet! what you see, is not what i see... more so when its about love...
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