This poem is a tribute to Kumaran aka Mr attractive eyes....
Thick ebony black bushes
Sparwled up on a broad forehead
His thoughts are just as broad
Hazel brown eyes shining in the light
Which gleams with so much love
Ask mine eyes; my iris would explain
The million times it caught me staring
Perhaps my thudding heart would convey
The number of times it swelled with pride
He is no wordsmith but, he enchants me when he talks
His agile body effortlessly grooves to the beat
His moves and the music have a special bond it seems
A thousand things to decipher from his orbs
A zillion sparks that light a beautiful smile
The way your hands move when you converse
Fingers creating an imaginary art
How many more hyms do I need to compose?
To describe the personage of my beloved being!
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random pennings
Poetrythese are my poems...I'm no professional... I use words to describe my feelings..when u read them u feel wat I feel....real and profound...from the bottom of my soul
