A Funky Poem On My Friend
The lightening thunders,
The fierceful winds,
Blend together & sings…
When the hunk walks all his way,
With the stylish steps & he’s “CHINMAY”…
Always poses with his ‘Colgate’ smile,
Lifts his collar & says that’s his style… B-)
The roses’ eyes slowly leaks,
When seen his pinky cheeks… (With jealous )
He’s a 24×7 chatterbox,
No fullstop for his naughty talks..
People yell that he’s a big mischeif,
But his heart’s truely a tender leaf… :D
Copyright © Koumudi Rapaka | Year Posted 2014
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