My World

I am a little soul from the land of Mahabharatha. Sometimes, I feel like Kunti, the Mother of Pancha Pandhav. Often I would feel the torment of Draupadi in the hand of Dushashanas. I like to go back and see with my own eyes an era that had given us a storyline...My World..

Thursday, May 11, 2006

MY FIRST LOVE

The small, sweet girl
With those huge black eyes
Her endearing chuckles
Her lovable cries
Every moment with her
Brings a priceless prize
The small, sweet girl
With those huge black eyes.

Fifteen years I spent
When she did not exist
But in two years
She has my heart in her fist
I am joined tightly
In one of those unbreakable ties
The small, sweet girl
With those huge black eyes

My silent nights long
For those shrieking cries
When she was all excited
Sleep eluded her eyes
When she wet my dress
And laughed at my surprise
The small, sweet girl
With those huge black eyes.

As I will watch along
She will grow up like me
And when I tell her my memoires
How embarrassed she will be
Then she will have the feelings too
That in my heart lies
For a small, sweet girl
With those huge black eyes.

When I have a bundle like the one
My aunt had in her arms
She will wound me round her fingers
With her innocent charms
Then I will tell her stories
To lessen her cries
Of the small, sweet girl
With those huge black eyes.

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