When sun and I play

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A funfilled day
When sun and I play
On a bright Sunday
The month of may

For every occasion
A face to play
Stating the story 
Of what I have to say

Face speaks through eyes
They sparkle every time
You see me laugh and cry
Expressions are my mime


Because when sunlight ascends
The magic begins
What was benighted
Becomes enlightened 

A funfilled day
When sun and I play
On a bright Sunday
The month of may



Comments

  1. NIHARIKAMarch 4, 2013 at 8:24 AM

    oh uju,,
    m so in love wid ua poems, u add d right amount of spices to ua mixture of sentences.. :*

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  2. Ujala ChowdhryMarch 4, 2013 at 8:34 AM

    oh thnx rika.. so sweet of u... thainxx yaar

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  3. ankurMarch 4, 2013 at 9:01 AM

    Beautiful poem... brings a smile to ur face when u read it. What more can any piece of poetry do. Nd each expression is priceless... :) :)

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  4. muviebuffMarch 4, 2013 at 10:16 AM

    oh wow fun writing and beautiful capture of tiny fun filled moments ....also nyc picture......like to c u always in such playful and joyful mood......god bless :))

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  5. Ujala ChowdhryMarch 4, 2013 at 12:23 PM

    Ankur thnx buddy

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  6. Ujala ChowdhryMarch 4, 2013 at 12:24 PM

    Thnq isha.. god bless u too

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