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SHE MADE ME A POET...

SHE MADE ME A POET...

The cool breeze of air,
With a sweet fairy essence,
And the heap of flowers,
Reminds me of her presence...

She loved reading poems,
And her favourite was romance,
So I decided to be a poet,
Just to have her glance...

I struggled to write a poem,
So as to make her amaze,
And she passed good compliments,
With a cute smile on her face...

I continued my writings,
And we became more close,
I stole her heart,
Offering a red rose...

She laid on my lap,
And had her last breath,
She was my soul and heart,
Who is offered to death...

From me my love was taken,
But it has ended not so yet,
And being a professional engineer,
I still live like a poet...

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � -Sharat Kumar.V