My Plum
I'm a lad, seven and ten
Don't know why I hold this pen.
I'm just a kid, caught in the middle.
Life is a maze and love's a riddle..
Cute little girls, when I do see,
I smile at them, they wink at me.
I'm a bit shy; but do say"Hi.."
To impress 'em, well I do try.
There's this cutie, who lives round the block
It is seldom, but we do talk.
She's a doll, with a zest for life-
Beauty like her,- well that ain't rife..
My heart beats fast, when her I do see,
Only god knows what she thinks of me?!
She stays with me, night and day
I don't know what else to say..
It is love- Or maybe just a phase;
But It sure is a damn good craze.
GLOSSARY :
1. lad- young boy.
2. seldom- rare.
3. zest- a feeling of enthusiasm, excitement.
4. rife - common..
- The Manoj Arora...
Copyright © Manoj Arora | Year Posted 2012
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