Friday, May 29, 2009

The woman I loved

The woman I loved
Was soft and sweet
Like milk
She smiled like cream
That forms on milk
And boiled over
And turned sour overnight
Like milk

V K Rajan
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1 comment:

  1. vikashJune 3, 2009 at 6:56 AM

    short yet good.woman are definetely unpredictable like milk.

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