Miracle in the Lane of Kathmandu.
One day I was trotting in the lane.With sweet perfume enticing lass,
from my side passed, spreading smiles
She was soft, innocent, and pretty.
She smiled resembling a fairy,
She walked lonely and quietly,
Pushing hither and thither,
I marched from crowd and queue
Some said, Oh! You lunatic,
Some said, you beast!
Still wishes smile, I exhibit.
To say hello, I don't find cue
Motionless, I gazed into her eyes,
She glanced and turned somewhere,
Her pretty sexy big beautiful eyes,
I merely smile at her.
But her smile scattered everywhere.
Still, she looks gorgeous,
Looking her, everybody feel unconscious,
She crossed another lane, in hearts pain.
Moaning visage sad and pale,
Lingered perfume of jasmine.
In eyes behold her sweet smiles.
Yammering hello! I walked some miles.
Poetry by Tsewang Dorjee9
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Written on 2007-02-20 at 05:36
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