My Memories With Her

MY MEMORIES WITH HER ================== I was eighteen aged prince of my class Every one of class were in my squad None would opposed me There she entered as a metaphor of beauty Iwas left alone and isolated Everyone turned as her worshippers to attain her love and to speak with her My lonely separation made an wound and that wound inspired myart of poetry My place and my poems were highlighted on the occasion of school day Yes she came and admired my poetry as outstanding Finished everything had finished there But my love on her continued form that days to still now Booma, the name that conquered me from my eighteen to my present forty three. It will continue after sixty too. sorry it will come up to my last sleep SAKTHEE RAVICHANDRAN AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET