04 December, 2008

A women in Love with Herself

Unconditional, selfless love
Cherishing a tender dove.
Smirks & giggles,
Tempers & moods.
Temperamental n supernatural
Diplomatic n democratic.
Monarchy, not anarchy
Dedicated, not distracted.
Antidote of her own love,
Makes her feel fresh all life long.
Elixir is her soothing,
Without which she’s nothing.
She’s the best, craves the greatest,
Inflinching beauty, neglecting the creepiest.
Thinking of him every minute,
Never gets into tantrum fit.
She never fails in rejoicing,
She always adorns the gracing.
Always lives the moments,
Without hiccups & comments.
Cherishes the past,
Never lives in cast.
Always founds the superlative love,
Comparable with the sky above.
She always resists & persists,
She always devotes,
She never hesitates,
She always makes the up-troughs,
She’s the dearest; she’s the calmest,
She’s the one who makes everyone uphill.
She’s the goddess; she’s the prowess,
She’s the mother; she’s the sister,
She’s love; she’s darling love.

1 comments:

Meena Popat said...

I cried on this one...
How can a man write such a beautiful poem??? I am wondering!!!
Men are supposed to be rough and tough specially when they are THE ENGINEERS!!! Isn't?