The Summer Of 2000

The Summer Of 2000 short poem

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How will I forget the sunny day
when I was repeating the routine of usual Sunday
I was looking at the canopy from where the rays came
oh god !! I was feeling so lame
I could feel the rays around
I could hear the breeze that surround
when asked I said I want to be in bed
little did I know the day was about to change my trend
I somehow forced myself out with my family members
we were about to meet climbers
on the top when I reached
I felt that all the birds preached
there was this man who was standing
looking at me with smile broadening
after some fun we left him
waving a bye in a grim
soon I realized I am in love
so much I wanted him to be with me like a bunch of dove
after we left I never saw him again
till his funeral with so much pain
in his diary these were the words
I will always remember the girl
who was shining like a pearl
with the sunshine touching her
her eyes shined like sapphire
all I wanted was to have her love
like a bunch of dove
I still remember the summer
that changed my life forever
I wish I would have been brave
to let him know how much I did crave
now when he is gone
there are only memories of the day till noon
I wish I could go back to the summer of 2000

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My name is Ambuja Parameshwary ,I am a in home science ,human development as major in BMN college of home science in Matunga, Mumbai
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Meeting the love of your life on a beautiful summer day…wonderful thought!

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