Smile., par Harshita Mahajan | poèmes, essais et nouvelles sur Poeticous

Harshita Mahajan

Harshita Mahajan

Smile.

A Friend of mine asked for thee,

I gave your address 'cuz she did need.

She is on her way,

Soon will be at your door step to play.

Far from miles,

She’s know as smile.

Oh, I think she’s there,

Won’t you ask she’s from where?