My first poem - - - Only for the best at heart

In the first sight itself
She captured my very heart
Growing with thirst for love
To be poured to decent depths.

An urge to triumph her love
Rose in me like a desire
For I have now heard out
The call of her willing heart.





I kept smiling at her
Whenever, wherever we met
And saw her cunning looks
Which came out of her controls.

This went for a few days
And she too started smiling
Back at my powder - rich face
Finally, waving the green flag

I developed my relations with her
By talking with her deeply,
Plenishing her with ice creams,
And laughing at her blunder jokes.

And then came the villain’
A freaky little pink hair
With the hatred of the emotions
One could show a human.


"Hey! You charmed her!”
Shouted the jealous pink hair
And advancing on my collars
“She is mine!” he barked.

‘Love is true’, she proved
By running towards the scene
And pushing us far apart
With some tears and anger inside.

The decision is up to her
To choose the mate she need
And I gazed into her eyes
Ignoring the pink haired freak

She turned her face
“Oh! It’s towards me”, I admired,
And in my loving little heart
She poured in her life.


--- By Sudeep Moothamana