Tid Bit Poet

Tid Bit Poet

Monday, 11 June 2012

Blind Love!!!

there is never a reply
there is never a sound
you treat me like a puppet
where m only made the clown
in this show of yours
you make me sing
you make me clap
you make me dance
when you will
when you want
may be sometimes
when you need
blinded by your love
i dance bare foot
clap and sing
to see that one smile
to hear that one laugh
which brings respite
to the sore eyes
reminds my mind
why i fell in love
with this one of a kind
thus falling all over again
for this one of a kind!!!