Wednesday, October 7, 2009

A Feel

It’s not your ice-cream face
But it’s your deeds and grace
Which made me to love you in craze?
Don’t blame me if I spelled magic on you
It was you who chased me to make up with you
But all of a sudden you backfired at me
Aah! I found ice-cream was melt and you made me felt
The vacuum was built, but I have to use my quilt
The treaty was over; the show came to an end
Everyone thought it has gone; except heart
Ray of hope, heights of optimism were crossed
People made me understand if I was wrong
I was puzzled but the inner strength took the toll over
I will win as I dare to dream and Heaven helps those who pops out as a lively Queen

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