Poem: Love in spring
By: Akash Vikas Rumade
As clock ticked spring,
I proposed to be her king.
But she wasn’t ready to be my queen,
Since then grass hasn’t been green!
By: Akash Vikas Rumade
As clock ticked spring,
I proposed to be her king.
But she wasn’t ready to be my queen,
Since then grass hasn’t been green!
It is difficult for grass to be green if you propose to be her king….