Thursday, 22 January 2015

Posted my 100th poem on

It feel great to see the accomplishments of your own

Her beauty
Strands of her hairs falling perfectly
With matching curious arched eyebrows
Smooth shy glint in  almond shaped eyes
Sparkling more than the ornament on her nose

Her lips like soft rose petals
Utterly curved to catch anybody's attention
Every feature of her face is special
As a slight look of her imparts it's possession

Her soul is the pristine blanket of fresh fallen snow

Any word written to describe her beauty, fall short, as I know