She may call me Krishna
Or Robinhood
I love her love her love her
Jollygood
She is beautiful, fair and tall
Wrapped up in a Kashmiri shawl
Looking like a Baby doll
A Baby doll a Baby doll
May be rain or snow
Be cold or heat
Always she dances around
That famous Parkstreet
With glowing glory
And pomp and show
As the crowd throngs
She sings the rocking songs
To the rhythm and rhyme
Of musical gems
Amidst the beating of drums.
She may call me Krishna
Or Robinhood
I love her love her love her
Jollygood .
The poem is thrilling and very well written
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The poem is very soothing n written in the time of harsh world.
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Thanks for your continued support and comment
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Wat a poem.u nailed it…
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thanx once again
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love is supreme no one can defeat it
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This one is too so amazing😊
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Thanks for visiting my blog. God bless you and all
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