The Most Fortunate One
Like a child he approaches his Miss,
Requesting her to give him a sweet kiss.
Making sure that there is no one around,
She gives him one, making no sound.
Like an angel, her love on him she showers,
With a tight hug, using all her powers.
He feels as if a great battle he has won,
And regards himself as the most fortunate one.
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 15-06-2022
Copyright © Srinivas Veepuri | Year Posted 2022
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