The Extra Edge

She is chirpy
She is moody
At times silent
At times noisy
Sometimes
Laughs heartily
Sometimes
As silent as the
Mortuary
She giggles
She teases
Keeps me waiting
For endless minutes
As she has an
Extra edge
Over all the girls
I have ever met
she is out of the lot
Talking to her
Soothes me
Satisfies my
Mental appetite
That's why
I happily bear
All her tantrums
Impatiently
Wait to talk to her
30-06-2012
603-53-06-12

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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