Tuesday, June 21, 2011

I am Sixty and she is Fifty........

It all happened so soon that,
none of us could ever realize,
She happened to be my friend first,
feeling of her being around made me mesmerize;
We were meeting for the first time,
heading towards the south part of the city,
I gave her a heart shaped balloon,
she gave me a smile - a bit gritty;

What could I say about weather,
the sky was a little misty…
Are you shocked when I say,
I am sixty and she is fifty;
Though we are physically old,
our heart still remained young,
Believe me I still retain my killing look,
And she looks like an atom bomb;

The date with my lady was awesome,
we kept holding each others hands,
the breeze was touching our faces,
we were sitting on the sea sands;
Her eyesight is not that good,
so what if I am a little fat,
we kept eating Bhelpuri one by one,
As, we had only one teeth-set...


  1. wow! good concept of matured friendship ... really nice to read it...

  2. hey hemant!

    u won this poem by the reader's smile...

  3. this is really a good one.. thought it could have been better...:)

  4. Yes Harsh....I second with your thought....Actually m reworking on it :)


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