my dearest moon walked in a ramp yesterday,
walked on a stilleto very concious of her beautiful catwalk.
the stars cheered and clapped and blew kisses ,
but she threw me a saucy smile....
the milkyway spread the snow white carpet for her...
she glided gracefully over it.
planets were pushing each other for a glimpse of my queen.
and i watched her wondering.....is she really mine?
her mood sways upwards as she gets slimmer....
and i get moon struck when she is rounder...
she winked at me as she walked.....
with me arm in arm,
to bow to the audience...
i am elated,excited....crazy...
coz i'm her fashion designer.....
shree
6 comments:
really nice and funny take on the moon.
:D
yep i too loved writing it
hey shree its totally different type of poem very funny and i loved the last line ...i'm the fashion designer .....hehehe beautiful .
T
valo legechey..
:)
Rabu
who are you the moon or the fashion designer?
i like the funny expressions.
RR
whatever you think,poems are like small stories....reader has every right to interpret as they like.....i could be both RR.
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