What Makes Me Smile

What Makes Me Smile short poem

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What makes me smile
Makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside
Like being wrapped in blankets awhile
On a winter’s evening, with a merry fire beside.
It could be a sudden downpour
On a blistering day
Or an innocuous knock on door
From a friend come from far away
It could be a few pages
Of a mesmerizing story
That makes me laugh and cry in stages
Whose words within me I carry
It could be a delightful smell
Of a dish “oh so divine”!
Or a voice that makes my heart unable
To beat in proper time.
Or a sudden gust of wind
That blows my frowns away
Or the intricacies of a child’s mind
Behind his make-believe stories and play.
Just a warm hug in someone’s arms
With the music of their steady heartbeats
Or a genuine smile that disarms
My heart above any ‘expensive’ feat.
Or the sound of my name
On someone’s lips
Or the fights over mindless games
While throwing insults and witty quips.
These little stolen moments
Nothing grand, nothing flashy
Hidden in life’s crazy turns and bends
Make me smile, make me happy

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Fareya Siddiqui

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Am a simple girl with simple needs n a deep affection to my special loved ones. And an undeterring faith in Allah..... Whom i can never thank enough for what he's bestowed me with...
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Really priceless are those things which make you smile in life…Loved your poem:)


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