Once there was a little girl,
Very pretty was she.
Her eyes were full of love,
and twinkling with mischief.
Her lips were just like,
Petals of a rose,
She was the darling,
Of her parents,
The apple of their eyes.
She would talk sweetly,
which made a special place,
In everybody's heart.
Her name was Sweety,
And a breathtaking smile,
Made her all the more charming,
She grew up into,
A tall and beautiful girl.
then she participated,
In a beauty paegent,
There she was crowned Miss world,
She achieved much success,
And she thanked God,
For being so kind to her.
NOTE: This poem was published in "XPRESS VIBES", a supplement of "The Indian Express" on 8 May, 2002.
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Gayathri,
ReplyDeleteJust as I read the first lines, I thought it was about you. That's how I still remember you, a sweet 5 year old girl!! So adorable, and precious!! Still you are the Beautiful Girl. Not the 5year-little-sweet girl, but a grown up Beautiful Girl! A Beautiful Poem!! Keep writing...
Thank you for the complement Aruna didi. Very few people spare their time to encourage the creativity of others.
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