Is that Love(or)crush
When I looked at you?
Is that Love when I start missing you?
Is that Love when I remember you looking at the stars?
...
Friendship is the fragrance of flowers
And melodious blooming of flower in the
Early morning.
...
Hay my dear sweet dream
Where you are?
Since from so many days
I didn't saw my dream.
...
You are my Teddy bear
Just like you dear
It has smooth hair
With soft like your heart.
...
You gave me watch
It is made with steel
And new model and
Fashionable watch.
...
The poets made fragile to people
Their intellectual wit and imagination.
They took us in the dream
...
Oh! My dear dream
Where you went?
Since from so many days
I am searching for you.
...
Suman Lambu, an Indian English poet and Research Article writer hailed from vijayapur district Karnataka, India. She born on 3rd July 1992 at Vijayapur. She completed her high-school from D.N.Darbar, girls high school Vijayapur. Pre- University education from V.B.Darbar college, Vijayapur. Graduation from ARS Inamadar women's degree college and Post graduation degree from Karnataka state women's University Vijayapur. Along with her these degrees, she completed other educational qualifications like- DIBM, PGDCE, PGDTE, TKT, CTE, BEd.Presentaly she working as unacademy educator at online platform, guiding for aspirants who prepare for compitative exams. Simenteniously she works as puc college lecturer at SVM women's puc college at Ilkal, Baglkot. She also published two articles in ISSN AND ISBN journals respectively.)
Is That True Love?
Is that Love(or)crush
When I looked at you?
Is that Love when I start missing you?
Is that Love when I remember you looking at the stars?
Love, crush and affection are
Glittering stars in the heart.
Is that Love to decide rest of my life with you?
There is no value for true feelings.
World is full of fake promises.
Is that Love, I am thinking of you?
No! It is just a matter of time.
Really super and inspirational poems, rhyming is neatly managed and expecting even so many poems, all the best
Life is very beautiful when you start dreaming, but life become so pathetic when you stop dreaming. Never stop dreaming to achieve something in your life.
I love it very nice poems