Apr 2017
Once there was a cloud,
It was so very naughty,
And always flirtatious.
On various hillocks it rained,
One hill at a time so faithful.
It always rained so heartily,
Finally it ran out of water.
It was so very naughty,
And always flirtatious.
On various hillocks it rained,
One hill at a time so faithful.
It always rained so heartily,
Finally it ran out of water.
I talk about myself.
I ran out of all my love.
My HP Poem #1475
©Atul Kaushal
I ran out of all my love.
My HP Poem #1475
©Atul Kaushal
