A pretty damsel

Written by medhini
August 18, 2008

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. There, flows the river Ganges,
Stretching, thousands of miles;
Around the wide river beds,
There are vast fields;
Grains are grown in plenty,
Fruits too are grown in plenty.

A little far from the fields,
You can see a hut, near the trees;
A very small hut, hardly,
A few can stay there happily;
Look there; a small beautiful girl,
Sits around the fire, a pretty damsel.

Turns around, seems to wait for someone,
There came, an old man with none;
The girl spread two long mats,
They sat over those jute mats,
She took out some potatoes, from fire
They ate and soon the potatoes got over.

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Comments
Comment by VishVnand on 19 August, 2008 @ 9:45 am

In my view,
a pretty poem, but
needs some more make up material,
to appear enchanting.

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Comment by U L H A S on 19 August, 2008 @ 6:34 pm

Good mam……it could have been better

stars = * * *

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