this i wrote for my school mag whn i was in 8th... SUNDAY VISIT It was when mom told me about my head weight That I decided to get it set right So here I am waiting for my turn to come To surrender myself to the expert-to-become I never felt waiting to be so agonising Especially when he call the after-comers knowing And at last when he made me to sit I cursed myself for falling into mom's bait I wondered if my head will be intact The sound of the scissors made me react After all that when I am back home Here my little sister makes some fun some I vow that i never will go to him Alas! Back to the first line I'm. Love to hear from you all...though this is little kiddish...i hope you'll like it.. Sharmontime [TM]
At 13 I was so harcorely cool...I wrote about cupid and how he ruins my world etc. etc. Nice...same crit as last time. Amazing gift used mediocrely.
@ alpha1...i shall turn @) this april: @cryptic angel : thanks dear. do show us ur poems that you have not...waiting. and pls do read my other poems also. i hope you like them too. @bjr...thanks for your appreciation friend. post here those cupid struck poems...mus b interesting. i understand and will work accordingly. Sharmontime