
She is the Girl
She gets up early
To water her plants
While sipping tea
From cup in her hands
Tussled hair unkempt looks
Looking cute in tee’s and shorts
All this while playing with her dog
As it prances happily around her
Newspapers and breakfast
On the table combined
Off to work for a day of toil
Where she’s a tough task master
Everyone fears
In the evening she arrives
In a hassled state
As if the burden of the world
Is on her neck
She may be upfront
On what she feels
Won’t mince any words
Lest someone squeal
But once in my arms
She’s a little girl
With stars in her eyes
And dreams in her head
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
A sweet poem.
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That’s my wife. Exactly as is seen in those lines.
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How sweet.
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Beautiful!
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Beautiful poem.
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Yes. And is for a beautiful person.
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Stay blessed Shashi.
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Thanks a lot.
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