A Toy Girl
A smooth and soft,
A cheerful and lovely,
Like a red rose,
Her smile was knocking,
My conscientious
That was toxicating,
And mind likes to talk,
As she was a toy girl.
Praising for her new dress,
Her jewellery and appearances,
Her walking steps,
Started to palpitate,
A fly with my dreams,
As a butterfly,
Enjoying fragrance,
In a warmth glimmering world.
Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2005
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment