A Lady With Smiling Face
Don’t know her name
But whenever I see her
Always with a laughing face,
Sitting beneath the shadow of
A large oak tree, on a wheelchair,
Doing painting on a canvas mostly
Rarely making garlands with gems
At first rarely we met each other
But gradually it becomes one
Of my routine to walk on the way
Beside her house only just to see her
Nowadays I am very eager to know,
But no way, did she make one time
Even, paint my face on her canvas
Or in her mind, I don’t know.
I am a lonely man and a farmer .all of my love poems is only my dreams and imaginations .my vocabulary is limited .so i try to write poems as a common man speaks .i do not know much about Grammar .help me to improve all of my writings .i will accept all of your suggestions happily .jk
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