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That mock at me
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English Poetry |
Good words inspire me
Gentle glances promote me
Graceful touch consoles me
Sweet music instills in me
splendid thoughts that cling to me
Sweat seeps through me
the virtue of hard labour that startle me
Curly hair reminds me
classic dance that take me
closer to angels smiling at me
Calculated steps teach me
Can’t count the numerals that mock at me.
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Excellent.
Very elegant
“Sweat seeps through me
the virtue of hard labour that startle me” .. Lines that sparkle
Hearty commends for the poem
Medhini,
Well thought of lyrical words . Musical flow adds charm
Kusum
Very grateful for your
great and appreciative
comments, Sahai,U.M,
Vishwaji n Kusumji.
Does that show your fear of numbers? 🙂 Very nice and musical.
May be Soniji,
thanks for good words.
lovely poem, loved it very much.
thanks Apurva.Gaglani.