Sunday, 21 March 2010

Becoming Queen

The rain soaked me tip to toe
Drips down so slow
Droplets form on my face
Plodding down at a steady pace
My hands outstretched
As my artist brother sketched
My mouth in a big smile
You can see it from a mile
The dress on me is soaking wet
As I listen to the cassette
Playing soothing, happy tunes
As I'm surrounded by colourful balloons
I dance around,
Then I get crowned
A beautiful crown touches my waved hair
Out of nowhere I am placed on a jewelled chair
As the rain pours down
I become the Queen!


Amity said...

But you are really a lovely queen my dear...:)

And you wrote a lovely poem, too...:))

Keep on writing dear, and I will always be ur fan...:) ^.^

Americanising Desi said...

awwww - cute :)

Chandrika Shubham said...

Lovely experience expressed in a lovely way. :)

PinkZz said...


adreamygal said...

dats so sweet !!! You carried me through your thoughts and lo ! I had a crown on my head too :)

roshwrites said...

thanks everyone :) :) :)

Being Pramoda... said...

Hi Rosh,

how r u gal??

Nice and sweet poem here.. and i could not comment in ur recent post abt bollywood dance.. all the best..:)

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