Monday, August 17th, 2009 | Author: Khushi Jaiswal
Thousand of miles, sailing and sailing
The hedges and ditches, veiling un-veiling
The achievement of mine, when sweep the sky
I never knew will make me shudder and cry
I saw a corpse when startled at me
Lumping along-along with me
I was hiding my face from its sneer
It was asking about my entire souvenir
I was reluctant for what all happen
Is it possible? I was in sixes and seven
While Whirling along with this new fangled world
I never new by this global warming I will be swelled
Now each drop of water turned gulper
But they are only my thirst helper
Scrambling and staggering when I shattered
I found myself every where in water




















Tuesday, 25. August 2009
Really a good poem.Nice post.I like this poem very much.Thanks for this post khushi.
Thursday, 27. August 2009
very nice
Friday, 28. August 2009
Very well compiled… Well done Khushi
Monday, 31. August 2009
You are a good poetess
Is there a Parson, much bemus’d in beer,
A maudlin poetess, a rhyming Peer.
Friday, 25. February 2011
awsm,,,,,,,keep up d good wrk yar………:)
Tuesday, 5. April 2011
awsm yar !!!!