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Àŧùl Feb 2014
She mews oftentimes & I call her Catty,
At these times she is in a romantic mood,
I respond by a howl so she calls me Doggy.

Cats & dogs are enemies more than often,
But we gel well together loving each other,
Just straining bitterness away with our love..

I got her gifts and I never want to lose her,
Neither to confusions or misunderstandings,
Nor to the biggest power there exists of time...
My HP Poem #555
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2016
Don't make the mistake,
Of ditching a lover who's so caring,
Almost your parent-like.
My HP Poem #1059
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
I can now remember,
The night spent together,
When we had lost virginity,
But had gained a lot of quality,
Our friendship had bettered itself,
It so seemed like the doing of an elf,
Strengthened with the cement of love,
Kindled with that tenderness of a dove,
But now this memory is not at all useful,
And now this heart is just very resentful,
A lot changed & is entirely irreversible.
HP Poem #1317
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2014
Neither Romeo not on Juliet either,
Their love was centered on itself.

Neither Heer nor Raanjha in Punjab,
Their love too was centered on love.

Neither on yourself nor on myself,
Our love is centered on love as well.
My HP Poem #600
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2016
She stayed no more the one for whom I stayed restless,
She stayed no more the one for whom I stayed restless.
Now who shall be my awaited - I am now loveless,
In whose anticipation now - for whom shall I stay restless?
She stayed no more the one for whom I stayed restless,
She stayed no more the one for whom I stayed restless.

Hey Kay Sera Sera,
What had to happen it happened not for my bad,
What happened it was written in my destiny bad.
That false reliance was broken for good,
False reliance it was so broken for good.
Now who shall be my awaited - I am now loveless,
She stayed no more the one for whom I was restless.
She stayed no more...

A garden is not made barren by breakage of a bud,
A bud being broken makes not the garden barren.
The garden has many more flowers so very varied,
Now who shall be my awaited - I am now loveless,
She stayed no more the one for whom I was restless.
She stayed no more...

Failed love - wasted romance is not my entire life,
My life is not just unsuccessful love and romance.
If I wake up with a positive mind and smiling face,
I will get a thousand more and I need not wait for her.
Whom shall I wait for now on and for whom shall I be restless?

Now who shall be my awaited - I am now loveless,
She stayed no more the one for whom I was restless.
She stayed no more...
Inspired by a Hindi song.

My HP Poem #1038
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
I wish every now & then,
You could pinch me,
To make me feel real,
To make me believe,
That this is really my life.

I had been just been existing,
All happiness which was gone,
One significant event was fresh,
Both in my memory & my flesh,
It was just existing & not living,
I just had nothing positive left,
Everything wasn't just right.

Let Me Narrowly Narrate My Story

I was born the only child,
I grew up as a lonely child.
Parents are both working 9 to 6,
Parents barely had any time for me.
I spent hours alone talking to my toys,
I even talked to myself while playing,
I gave birth to my imaginary brother,
He wept when I cried complaining,
Everywhere the two of us were together,
I complained to him about mom-dad,
I complained about their shouting matches,
But my imaginary brother died,
He died with the basket of toys,
He was buried inside the basket of toys,
And the basket was given away as I grew up,
His favourite toy car was mine too.

I read in four high-schools & two colleges,
I missed my last set of buds only for a while,
Then I got busy with my newer schoolmates,
Forgotten was I by my previous schoolmates,
They were forgotten by me as well along time,
For days I missed them but not for a long time,
But when I stop to think I can't find a stability.

I finally reached college after finishing school,
I almost completed two years & met an accident,
I almost died but survived a 23-day long coma,
I spent a year isolated at home then recovering,
I prayed that time be kind & let me start college,
I came to know this from the previous college,
I had to then change my college in mid-course,
I had to abandon all my hard-earned friends,
I had to forget about the social service society,
The physical pain was little helpful distraction,
The mental agony from changes was greater.

Maybe bad luck is destined for me

This is what I used to think and move on,
But I met you and everything just changed,
And I love such sweet-ticklish soft changes,
Now I just want this change to stay lifelong,
Just like my accident scars & the birthmarks.
My HP Poem #318
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2015
What happened there in Paris was outrageous,
They spared Eiffel Tower but took out their frustration,
Who bore the brunt of terrorists were brave journos.

What they lost was nothing else but logic & their mind,
They fight for protecting interests of the Devil,
Who do they worshipping with that hatred of theirs?
Terrorists are the jerks waging a Jihad they lost way back in time.

My HP Poem #729
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
Open
This Poem
In A Separate
Window And Read
The Title Bar Located
Up Above The Browser
To Get The Real Meaning!
If you read this in a separate window then that means I trolled you!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
My HP Poem #282
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2019
Beneath the crescendo,
There are a few notes,
Softer but no less mellow.
My HP Poem #1735
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2021
Even during the darkest of nights,
I am with this thought of my future,
Nothing scares me just enough to stop.

Even during the blackest of days,
I am with the memory of time past,
Nothing depresses me enough to pop.

Even during those hours of blues,
I dispel each of the purples in strait,
Because in being sad, I find just glop.
My HP Poem #1935
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2016
I was a difficult kid,
One who wished till every bit,
Not going to the school.

I still am like that,
But just not that bit I called difficult,
Now I go to the college.
My HP Poem #981
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2017
An ice candy,
A lollipop.
An orange toffee,
A chocolate.
An apple pie,
A doughnut.
None of them made me obese.
I miss my childhood metabolism as now I have to control my diet

My HP Poem #1638
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Hello,
Hello,
You are buffalo!
Your underpants are yellow!
Coz you **** so yellow-yellow!
My HP Poem #1399
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2014
The clouds above are rumbling,
As if sleeping giants are snoring.
Rain drops are tinkling on the tin,
Just winking amidst all of the din.
The early December chill is sweet,
Soon there will not be a thing to eat.
All will freeze in the chilly breeze,
Ice age just has so much to please,
Recall it all what I told if you can.
Juxtaposed by mother nature is it,
Her most wicked chilly plan it is.
A back to the basics poem.

My HP Poem #698
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
I* want us to go on a long rail trip.

Longer than whatever I experienced,
On the bridges over the trenches,
Victory trip over mountainous terrains,
Existing away from the world.

My life needs to be revamped,
E**erie and dangerous it has become.
My HP Poem #1430
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2014
A man and a woman come across,
If the man displays his ability.......

Start the ideal circle of human life,
If woman takes interest in him......

They both woo & ****** each other,
If succeed they make happy love.....

That woman after getting pregnant,
Rolls back into herself till delivery....

Whenever a baby is born anywhere,
It grows up groomed by its parents...

As a baby it is so helpless on its own,
It generally makes a noise for itself..

Then the human becomes a little kid,
Innocence filled face looks so divine.

A teenager sprouts non-visible wings,
The human realizes that it's special..

Teenaged souls fly across all lines,
Disregarding any type of border...

Entangling cobwebs of this world,
Try to limit all the human souls....

Disentanglement is a taxing job,
Not all teenagers grow freely.....

They step into adulthood,
And often so maturely......

They just succeed in love,
Start circle yet again.......
My HP Poem #653
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
They Loom Over My Head,
And Yours Too...

They Will Make Sure We're Dead,
And Painfully Too..

They Promise Sure Doom  One Day,
And Soon Enough Too.
Intended just as a poem
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2019

Train yourself in the barracks,
Hurry up and become the monster,
Every monstrosity needs a reply.

So they told us in the school,
Only the mission was to bring peace,
Lying to us they were every time,
Daring us to learn armament,
It's so coughing wretched,
Especially weeding out the innocence,
Rising to become what they want us,
Succumbing to the pains we are not.

First, you lock and load,
Edge closer out in the open,
Even the scores with radical Islam,
Low you lie like the predator waiting for its prey.

Targeting the innocent people at times,
Razing their homes to the ground,
Alas, it's a necessary sin we commit,
People we **** are not just terrorists,
Perplexed by the horrors of war,
Even though we get nightmares about it,
Damsels in distress we are not.
Make love, not war.
My HP Poem #1771
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2014
I am a lover - sincere and true,
Romancing my love is my creed.
I am a lover - sometimes rude,
But never am I *****-mouthed,
I am a lover - never I'm crude,
Truly guiding my love is my right.
You will be happy and that is my assurance.

I have moved away from you,
For the time being as of need.
I will wait till your war is over,
Supplying you with proxy help,
I am not backing off from my end,
Standing guard will be me - your lover.
You will be free to tackle it your own way.
Have your space, none could ****** it from you.
Come back on or before 7th of May, 2015 and you'll find my doors open for you.

My HP Poem #712
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
The only time I had had *******,
I now remember fully each detail,
She had told me to get off prematurely.

The girl was on the defensive mode,
I perfectly remember how she fumbled,
She was nervous if I emptied my load.

The way she requested me next day,
I can remember it with bittersweet hue,
She said, "Don't marry anyone else."

The fate had wished something else,
I met with a really serious road accident,
She used to visit me then in the ICU.

The injured me was in a comatose state,
I was told that she often used to visit me,
She surprises me as a guardian angel.

The injured me could remember it not,
I was looked after by the dark angel how,
She wiped forehead sweat from fever hot.

The surgeon in charge of my treatment,
I was told by him as well of how she cared,
She used to summon him oftentimes.

The girl told my mother about both of us,
I was just her best friend she told my mom,
She named my ex- as my then girlfriend.

The girl asked me on phone desperately,
If I could remember about the Agra trip,
She was just disappointed with my reply.

The girl is now married to someone,
I had killed the relationship between us,
She knows not I remembered it not.

Perhaps I should accept it now,
I would have to be alone forever,
Now that I remember all of it.
HP Poem #1238
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
Ihis As P Tilly Soem,
What Till Yake Lou Maugh,
Anly Ofter Dou Yecipher Phis Toem!

Wou Sill Yay:
Ihis Ns Tonsense!

Ind A Lill Waugh!

:D :D :D :D :D :D :D
An Irritating Poem For Those Who Can't Decipher It
My HP Poem #213
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Darkness of my life beckons you,
Come back with the light you took,
All the light was taken away by you,
Far 'way from me happiness you took,
Days remain counted & breaths so few,
Spare inside my heart at least one look,
Maybe that'll breathe in me a life anew.
Just a poem.
All readers may interpret it as they like.
Any similarity is just a coincidence.

HP Poem #1265
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2021
Come, come with me, honey. 🍯
This afternoon, I'm so *****. 🎺
Come to the deserted beach, 🌊
I wanna eat your red peach. 🍑
Let's make love in the sand, 🌴
Just gimme your **** hand. 💅🏼
Let's sink in each other's love, 😍
Just kindle this glowing dove. 🕊
Obfuscate my afternoon light, ☀
Let me give you a love bite. 👄
My HP Poem #1930
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2024
My word is good, it's also true,
I promise to you all my life,
For you will be my wife,
Touch me & you'll see,
How I turn to gold soon,
You'll be my intense magic,
Our families will be our glue.

When the time is ripe,
For me & even you,
It will be alright,
Because you will be my wife,
To indulge in romance,
Engage in this dance,
To create new life.

Don't worry dear, I won't stifle you,
You I won't send in a swoon,
I know you can achieve,
The greater glory.
That will be the day,
For us to unite as one body,
Come dancing to me, my dear lady.

Now, don't procrastinate much,
I'm yours and you're mine too,
And both of us are alike each,
Both me & you were let down,
By the ones we took to be ours,
But we don't need such friends,
Oh, such fake faces around us.

I know that me you'll not disappoint,
You I'll never let feel disheartened,
Babe, I will be patient with you,
And I will let my poems now,
Trust me & you'll see the peak,
Not of any other mountain now,
But of the friendly hillock of love.

You must trust me in this skydive,
I'll take care of you when you need,
When it's time, your dough I'll knead,
Feel my deep love as you dared to jump,
You're the most beautiful of them all,
Now feel confident about yourself,
You're cautious and that's good.

Just don't hold back fearing me,
I'll be gentle and kind with you,
And I expect you to be receptive,
Also, you be ready for new love,
Come, let's look after this dove,
Be receptive to my love, don't fear,
Be intimate when I pull you near.
My HP Poem #1966
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
There's no need to work in the night,
How I need to satisfy you tonight?
Extremities of your cold body.

Now just come here, my baby,
Tell me how your face is so bright?
Uff! Your hot body is just so very right.
My HP Poem #1432
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2018
Don't be afraid,
My love.
We shall together learn to swim,
My love.
Through this stream of life,
My love.
It's a new experience for you,
My love.
And I just need to revise it properly.
My HP Poem #1721
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2016
You tell me another story.
But I gathered some facts.
Lame excuses' it's a lowry,
I'm so fed up of your acts.
Getting the tinnitus because I'm lovelorn,
So tired of locking yours with my horn,
Are you dead tired of fighting too?

Did you not know this already too?
Gaining what out of the fight you are,
Only we can be the best possible friends.
Come descend back home,
A helpless heart awaits you,
Another ceasefire beckons,
Come let's bury the hatchet.
HP Poem #1159
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Come, my love, let's sleep.
Not just for few hours,
Not for many hours,
Not even for some weeks,
And not even for merest months.
Let's sleep altogether for years,
Let's sleep for many centuries.

Come, my love, let's hibernate.
Not forgetting immortality,
Not practising immorality,
Not overlooking modesty,
And just sleep together holding tight.
Like we do when cold descends,
Let's go to our sleep mode.

Come, my love, let's snooze.
Not just for few more seconds,
Not just for some more minutes,
Not just for bit more hours,
And kindle the dream in the long night.
Like we did when curse worked,
Let's go to our carefree world.
HP Poem #1332
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2013
And swallow the words of love,
For tomorrow is not far away,
It's just around the next corner.

And it's too volatile that we made war,
For the next-generation will curse,
It's our duty to pass on peace and love.

And for fulfilling the promise of love,
For dispelling the fright far away,
It's just not only our world we live in.

And forgetting  all the ancestors,
For just self-focused motives,
It's going to take us just nowhere.

Friendly hands pull us out of the deadly freeze,
For planned selfish motives that will rain gold,
Being considered as the idea to save the world.
My HP Poem #338
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
Walking here amidst trees & plants under the Sun,
I'm still waiting for you to be the better part of me.

Having came from the skies for me unexpectedly,
With a gust of fresh air you showered sweetness.

Your breath is so pleasant to be felt in my dreams,
And you seem so real that I am so relieved by you.
Taking time our relation will have become sweeter,
Brewed with the coffee of love and sweetened with sugar of poetry,
Our ***** friendship completes our cup of Frappé.

My HP Poem #448
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2014
When I feel tired in life,
Come sit with me dear,
Hold my hand in yours,
Swing your other arm,
Around my waistline, and,
Tickle me hard to shrieks.

Right when I need you to,
I relax myself in your lap,
I'll blow in your hair,
You will let me do it,
Slowly & close to ear,
Holding you closest.
My HP Poem #601
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Come, stand by my side
No, there is no need to hide

Look at the world, sonny
It is not as bad, or not as funny

So much strange it may seem
But you can always find the gleam

The sunshine resides in your heart
Let it come out now & illuminate

Cautiously, take care of your feelings
Suppress them, do not let them be exposed
My HP Poem #739
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2020
Teach me how to dance,
I have two left feet.
I want to gyrate with you.
Teach me how to love,
I always get so deep.
I wish to father kids with you.
Teach me how to live,
I want to grab the beat.
I want to live completely with you.
My HP Poem #1832
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
Oh my baby come to me,
Your daddy will raise you,
Efficiently & very caringly.

Baby, I will never let you feel alone,
Absinthe of your mum won't touch you,
Brazenness of hers will be steered clear,
You will mature into a human with heart.

I will stay by your side till I die.

Living with you will be my reward,
On this life it will be a blessing,
Versatile will be your daddy,
Even mum I will be for you.

You will grow up a human of principles,
On Judgement Day, you will go to heavens,
U**nder this sky you will be cared for by Angels.
Single fathers rock!

This poem has a backstory where the mum abandoned the family right after childbirth.

My HP Poem #1543
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2020
Old will be my bed,
But
Memories will be undead.

The moments will be sensual,
And
The love we make will be consensual.

Oh my good girl,
Come to me,
Into a happier world, you I shall pull.
My HP Poem #1898
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2020
What will you do going elsewhere,
If I am not going to be present there?

Why someone else will you marry,
If you can never love anyone but me?

What will you do after marriage,
If it's not my heart that's your cage?

Where will you go for honeymoon,
If your heart still resides with me?

What will be that light or sound key,
If you experience them without me?

Come to my street, my place,
I shall keep you happy always.

Maybe I'm not so handsome or rich,
I still succeeded in kindling your love.

After all, I'm a Bhāräŧīyä in & out,
We shall together go closer to Đhärmä.

I shall love you with my gaze,
I shall show you how I keep my promises.

You will see what I shall be,
I just need some time, Jī...
For my Mïŧālī.

My HP Poem #1892
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2015
I'll hold the guiding light,
Not just for a day,
But for my entire life.

You'll not be scared in night,
Whatever anybody may say,
None can threaten you in light.

We'll together brave all odds,
No shades will be gray,
Time wants us together & so it prods.
My HP Poem #821
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
We were higher above the entire planet,
And maybe you are afraid of heights.
I tried to conserve the relationship,
But so scared you jumped off it..
Come, hold my hand again,
Why scared of the pain...
Come where sky is not the limit.
HP Poem #1289
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2017
Where are you hiding, love?
Come, you know it is already late.
Do you want me to cry & wail?
No?
Come back, you needn't do anything else.
How you want me to be happy?
Come back only if you are willing to change.
Random write, not for interpretation.

My HP Poem #1366
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2021
True comfort lies in
Infancy or in
Mother's lap,
But
True peace lies
only in Death
And
I know that
Because
In death you
Are free from all
Pains and emotions,
Like I was in that
Comatose state
My HP Poem #1912
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2024
Je t'aime ma chère,
Et j'ai besoin de savoir comment vas-tu ?

Tu me manques, ma belle,
Et je veux ta compagnie.

Pas seulement pour quelques années,
Mais pour toute une vie.

Ta vie est la mienne,
Et ma vie est à toi.

Arrête d'être si égoïste,
Laisse-moi être à toi pour toujours.

Je vous promets que je ne vous découragerai jamais,
Et je ne limiterai pas ta vie.

Je ne suis pas si vieux,
Pourquoi te sens-tu déconnecté ?


How are you?

I love you, my darling,
And I need to know how are you?

I miss you baby,
And I want your company.

Not just for a few years,
But for a lifetime.

Your life is mine,
And my life is yours.

Stop being so egoistic,
Let me be forever yours.

I promise that you I'll never discourage,
And your life I'll never restrict.

I'm not that old,
Why do you feel disconnected?
My HP Poem #1970
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2015
Together we embrace each other in the bed,
Rhythmic motion starts between us.

I touch the soft contours of your body,
Relishing its everlasting youth.

We soon get our rhythm intensified,
At the brink of a ****** till eternity it feels.

**We feel that rhythm divine

The smooth everlasting youth gives us a magical kiss

And the ****** thanks us for being together
Normal is Drona and bold is Kripi.
Our first committed collaboration.
Many more to follow in the following 6-7 decades.

My HP Poem #789
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2016
I used to miss you bad,
But now I don't miss you,
Now only a question remains,
"Why did you become unfaithful?"
Maybe your world is so huge in size,
My world was you & it'll always be so,
All that is left is my own compact world.
HP Poem #1163
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Amidst the days of life,
Lazing leisurely seldom,
Longing for company.

All I have is emptiness,
Lending me some smiles,
Or some happiness,
Not someone else,
E**verything is lonely.
HP Poem #1251
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2015
These are not just poems that I write for you,
But I lay down pieces of my heart in a jigsaw that you will complete.
These are not just words that I say daily to you,
But these are peacock feathers out of my wings of love complete.
These are not just feelings that I possess about you,
But these are delicate flowers of true love needing care complete.
My HP Poem #864
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2015
India is a traditional nation of high virtues, the compliments from and to an Indian must suit our moral image as described in books and epics. I think that each nation has a rich history at its base. Non-worthy, destructive, insulting, or over frank comments suggestive of other actions must never be made publicly or else emotions and feelings are going to be hurt badly one fine day and nothing can prevent the destruction.
Not a poem, but a note of goodwill.
Àŧùl Apr 2015
Because here aboard Hello Poetry,
Most of us are in the same fleet.
This post is a tribute to all of you,
Because I'm genuinely pleased.
We are one family & many people care,
So understanding poets you all are best.
I am so grateful to my compoetriots...

I am so lucky to be here with you all,
There are no borders here & no divide,
Really close to Utopia if we want it to.
Because if it becomes perfect,
The place will never be unique.
Most of you are very genuine,
Because it stays so interesting...
My HP Poem #830
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2012
Compromises

In the prosecution of celebrities,
And in their sentencing,
We Indians **often
compromise as we get influenced by their hype,
And for them we harbor many soft-corners.

In the prosecution of high-society crooks,
And in their sentencing,
We Indians frequently compromise as we get influenced by their heights,
And allocate 5-star treatment to murderers..

In the prosecution of petty thieves,
And in their sentencing,
We Indians rarely compromise as we get influenced by their low status,
And quickly pronounce sentences...

In the prosecution of celebrated criminals,
And in their punishments,
We Indians often compromise as we get fascinated by their misdeeds,
And by their outrages....

In the execution of our daily works,
And in their performance,
We Indians seldom compromise as we often get boosted by their difficulty levels,
And put in that extra effort.....

In the protection of our loved ones,
And in their safety,
We Indians never compromise & protect them with all what we have,
And keep them safe......

In our own heartfelt ambitions,
And in their fulfilment,
We Indians nevermore compromise & strive heartily to succeed,
And rise above the world.......

Then why we Indians can't do,
What's regarded right,
In the society & in all the countries in this world,
And progress like never before........

Why we Indians can't stop,
What's regarded wrong,
In the society & immoral in humanity,
And let our land become a paradise again.........

Probably we Indians require a change,
May be you & I could help by bringing it,
In the social, local & national politics,
And see our country become the India of dreams..........
Written on a day when I finally read in the newspaper that one of the most celebrated terrorists had finally been hanged till death.
My HP Poem #2
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2016
She said,
"I am truly yours,"
And me,
I am a fool always.
Waiting,
To be cheated,
They always say,
"I have found someone better,
He's just like me & so compatible."


I had read her acceptance letter then,
She had promised me to love me,
I had even renamed myself,
For her, I took that step,
So long as lifelong.

Reading her old love letters,
I now realize its postmortem,
That I read none complete,
At the bottom of the offer,
Was written in small letters,
**"CONDITIONS APPLY"
My HP Poem #1076
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2013
You're 6 years & 9 months younger than me,
So look at me - I'm really very confused,
I love you - well, I surely do love you,
I like you - the way you think is best.
So I find you cute & wanna cuddle you,
You're growing up & nicely so you know this.
@Not so little one: ;-)
My HP Poem #168
© Atul Kaushal
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