::- This is what girls love -::
There down the lane
Strolls a beautiful girl each night
With dashing smile, watry eyes,
Round hips, and firm thighs;
Who when walks is seen by thousand eyes.
All she does for hours
Is to talk over cellphone,
We presume, to some far away guy,
And she walks with style,
And flaunts her curly brown hairs,
She is never shy.
And, boys;
Boys are boys all the same,
We take cellphones
And talk with our far away girlfriends,
Keeping and eye on the beauty
Strolling down the lane.
Regards: Vinod Jadhav
"www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com"
Strolls a beautiful girl each night
With dashing smile, watry eyes,
Round hips, and firm thighs;
Who when walks is seen by thousand eyes.
All she does for hours
Is to talk over cellphone,
We presume, to some far away guy,
And she walks with style,
And flaunts her curly brown hairs,
She is never shy.
And, boys;
Boys are boys all the same,
We take cellphones
And talk with our far away girlfriends,
Keeping and eye on the beauty
Strolling down the lane.
Regards: Vinod Jadhav
"www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com"
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