i write poems and poems till poems and poems are poems as poems of poems
Photograph brings us all our memories which makes us happy, and they make us happy. So here is one.
I look into my photograph,
was blowing bubbles to the puff of air.
and offering the clouds some more,
they declined and blew them away.
I asked what fancied them,
they gave me a steam of rain.
I asked could we be friends,
They gave me a endless beautiful rain.
I always wanted a rhesus macaque as my pet. So this is a poem like that.
I see a baby macaque,
weeping in front of me.
Thought I could give some shine,
But already had got the comfort of mine.
Taking it home I lost my mind,
blessing him with comfort of my caring hand.
Wanted to keep him mine,
but ouch! with his bite of love had already kept me his.
this poem has driven me through all the times of my happy days.
I never see a charm,
I never have been a charm.
The stars above me usher a vibrant smile,
by which I don't need another beauty smile.
The Luna near the stars look
with a smooth calming face and asks
what do you need my beautiful bright boy
when you can really be so bright to shine the world.