Wednesday, December 19, 2007

He threw a bright red rose at me
I caught it in the rickshaw;
I was but three (or four may be)
And he must have been twenty.
My first romance, how I love the memory.

-Gauri Gharpure

5 comments:

The Tentacles of Thought said...

Lol....i dont suppose thatz true.....

zahid said...

hey!!!! nice lil ones....try your hand at limericks too !!!

Gauri Gharpure said...

yes, it is... tht's one of the best memories i ve of going to the kindergarten in a school rickshaw. I also remember the exact place where the pillion rider of a motorcycle threw the rose at the 'baby' me..

Arwindh said...

a romance at three..
u r kidding..right???

The Lover said...

lol..early start huh? anyways i've blogrolled u!!