A sweetheart like a red rose <br />She is. <br /> <br />Her eyes extrememly beautiful <br />And loveful. <br /> <br />The lips rosy <br />And luscious. <br /> <br />Roses on the cheeks, <br />Ay, the pink balsams, confused I in between <br />A rose and a balsam, <br />Maybe they appleyish! <br /> <br />The smiles cute and cutting <br />And I with the brush <br />Making the leaf under that frosty nighty <br />To save that psychologically sick artist. <br /> <br />The face-cutting bowling out <br />And my bells struck down <br />With her fast bowling <br />As in comes she. <br /> <br />The golden locks hanging over, <br />Bobbed and beautiful, <br />So sweet and so dreamy <br />To win over any heart whoever looks her. <br /> <br />I also look her to thank God in utter thankfulness, <br />Calling my God, <br />O, my God, what a beauty, <br />What a beauty is it to see! <br /> <br />O friend, tell me, whether I had been chatting <br />With a sparrow on the Twitter <br />Or on the facebook, <br />I don'tknow, don't remember really, <br />Have forgotten it, <br />Was it a balsam that saw I <br />Or a rose! <br />Let me, let me!<br /><br />Bijay Kant Dubey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-red-rose-or-a-balsam-on-the-twitter-or-the-facebook-profile-how-confused-am-i-these-days/
