Oh! Grandpa are you sitting here again <br />in care her reciting voice <br />no just I will give one shot <br />and play with you, you see here <br />how many poem ponder in the face of PH! <br /> <br />no, grandpa, you should not play with the ones you loved <br />smiling wrinckle face delighted, <br />yes, with whom we loved we must not play <br />but, we make them strong in their own way <br />and bring out all in them not to fade! <br /> <br />the only shot are you fine <br />sitting before the montior spoil your health <br />take diet may your face fade and may <br />your anger trigger many a shots <br />yet your strength is required to play a more <br />and wait till red had on your way <br />as the old pricks may not cuddle you <br />and the hung in shape may not satiae yur hunger <br />and the ere white pure gold may suffocate you <br />take care of your health and yonder <br />yacht is there to carry you sail the ship <br />where many bows are to be played in wonder <br />and the target is the one how can you? <br /> <br />Do yu want more targets? <br />give the mark less than zero <br />and make your pen mighty in write <br />run out not stay here oh dear <br />stay here and wonder yourself <br />the aged man cannot run as fast as you <br /> <br />Oh! my child I think we can move now <br />when we find time we open <br />and see many poems in several names <br />for them all is one in the face of ph!<br /><br />dinesh mukherjee a poet occasional(hardly a poet)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-bow-one-arrow/
