She looked so simple, so plain and so holy
The girl who made the red rangoli.........
She was working so hard like a busy alveoli
The girl who made the red rangoli........
She designed it so great, all i missed was a cannoli
The girl who made the red rangoli..........
She kept on and on, though i must have been an emboli
The girl who made the red rangoli.......
She once looked at me, i felt like having a ravioli
The girl who made the red rangoli..........
When done, I was mesmerized while she stood all soli
The girl who made the red rangoli.......
She went off and a breeze checked me savory
Of the girl who made the red rangoli........
I hope its time and she'll creep out my mind slowly
But i'll still remember the girl who made the red rangoli......
The girl who made the red rangoli.........
She was working so hard like a busy alveoli
The girl who made the red rangoli........
She designed it so great, all i missed was a cannoli
The girl who made the red rangoli..........
She kept on and on, though i must have been an emboli
The girl who made the red rangoli.......
She once looked at me, i felt like having a ravioli
The girl who made the red rangoli..........
When done, I was mesmerized while she stood all soli
The girl who made the red rangoli.......
She went off and a breeze checked me savory
Of the girl who made the red rangoli........
I hope its time and she'll creep out my mind slowly
But i'll still remember the girl who made the red rangoli......
true..we dont remember all passers by :) but we do the moments :)
ReplyDeleteWow.. good one.. Observation in words.. very true.:) I realised this can be made a song..:)
ReplyDeleteGives an internal satisfaction after reading it, just like William Wordsworth's! :)
ReplyDeleteKeep it up! :)
amazing poem....gud one bro..
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