Who Are You?

Blurred faces i remember only a few,
But that one remains etched in my mind;
I don't know who are you,
To keep my thoughts on your find.


It was probably the work of "kajal",
That made your eyes more noticeable;
Or was it the work of eyes filled with sparkle,
That resembled the eyes of fairies in a fable.


No it was the work of that wicked rain,
That threw the veil out of place;
Emotions and thoughts which no one can feign,
That cheerfulness and enthusiasm shown from a face.


Who are you?I think i know the answer;
God in the steps of a toddler.



Poetry by Anuj Tripathi
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Written on 2008-03-27 at 06:42

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