Library Lovers

Library Lovers short poem

I saw him behind the stack of books

Skinny build and ordinary looks

Thick black frame around sleepy eyes

Expression clammy and mighty wise

She barged in and stood with a stare

Scared me a moment, unaware

A long blue skirt and half knotted curls

Little different from those next door girls

He caught my eyes, gave a disturbed smile

And that’s what I call ‘The Nerdy Style’

Smiling is polite, I was taught in school

Then why did she react like I was a fool?

What did he think?

Did she even blink?

I should have smiled back

I just sat there like a sack

He’ll think I am a pile on

Oh no! She’s already gone

Two lives. One interesting chapter.

Fell in love and lived happily ever after!

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Chandrama Deshmukh

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Chandrama Deshmukh is a writer by profession and a poet by passion. Moonlit Monochrome is her first collection of English poems. She has authored two books of Marathi poems. A storyteller of sorts, the moon is her muse. Poetry for Chandrama is that one streak of silver lining amidst the chaos of life. Being an avid reader, photography enthusiast and a part-time playwright, she believes nothing touches her soul the way poetry does.Buy a copy of Moonlit Monochrome - Amazon.com | Amazon.in | FlipKart | Infibeam | Smashwords | Google Play | Amazon KindleWhat Is Moonlit Monochrome?I am picking up pieces of life And handing them over to you. Dipped in words. And longing. This book is a map of my soul. My moonlit monochrome.- Chandrama
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Veerendra Shivhare (Veer)
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@chandrama Sweet!

Swathi Rao
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Interesting..

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