The Melancholy Girl
"This poem is not about what is written,but what is not written..."
The sky calls her melancholy
her eyes are always sad,
blue sky turning to gloomy
and lake drying up seeing her.
Her eyes are always sad
a sadness that fills the nature,
and lake drying up seeing her
the sky hiding its blue colour.
A sadness that fills the nature
now standing infront of me,
the sky hiding its blue colour
but I want to make her smile.
Now standing infront of me
her eyes reflect her sad soul,
but I want to make her smile
so I send my mind's butterflies.
Her eyes reflect her sad soul
she needs some rainbow touch,
so I send my mind's butterflies
hope those butterflies do miracle.
She needs some rainbow touch
blue sky turning to gloomy,
hope those butterflies do miracle
the sky calls her melancholy.
© kashinath karmakar (5th July 2011)
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Placement: 9th ;(July 2011)
By:kashinath karmakar
Date:5th July 2011
Contest:The Unwritten
Sponsor:~Constance La France~
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