Feb 2014
You get upset with me,
You do not talk to me,
You then keep mum.
I do not panic then,
I stay calm instead,
I smile wickedly &...
And I rush my fingers,
To your underarms!
You do not talk to me,
You then keep mum.
I do not panic then,
I stay calm instead,
I smile wickedly &...
And I rush my fingers,
To your underarms!
My HP Poem #537
©Atul Kaushal
©Atul Kaushal
