Sunday, October 3, 2010

Soul mate

I have always loved you,
Be it day or night
My mom simply complains
That you look blue.


I was so proud
To show you around
To envy people
And climb to the ninth cloud.


Seven days a week
Thirty days a month
All through the day
You never turned weak.


One fine morning
My mom gave a warning
But I always wished
You stay my jeans that remains unwashed..

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