Me by Dr Sirisha Dabiru

I love to go for shopping
I think that thought makes me feel like hopping

I love to wear a saree
I think that makes me feel like an Indian naaree*

I love to cook food
I think it makes me feel good

I love to play music
I feel music is a divine magic

I love to sit in moonlight
I feel that makes me feel bright

I love to get drenched in rain
I think it drains out my pain

I love to collect pearls
I feel they enhance the beauty of girls

I love to be philosophic
I feel thats not catastrophic

I love to care for my friends
I feel they are precious like diamonds

I love to go for a walk in the morning
I feel its an act of calorie burning

I love to touch dew drops
I feel they beautify crops

I love to eat fried fish
I feel its a delicious dish

I love to read
I feel I am collecting knowledge bead

I love to make bracelet of flowers
I feel they are the best in the morning hours

I love to admire nature
I feel I am a member of God’s legislature

I love to wash my scooty
I think I can name it neaty

I love to collect conch shells
I feel they are snails’ cells

I love to adorn myself with ornaments
I feel they are woman’s garments

I love to worship Almighty
I think it makes me feel lighty

I love to write
I feel its my right

anonymous (213.130.119.155) -- Wednesday, February 23 2005, 03:52 pm

no title
Good .. Keep it up

Rumi (192.168.63.61) -- Thursday, February 24 2005, 05:50 am

nice rhyming sirisha :)
a very sweet set of your liking!
n I think you should keep writing !!
:)

Martin Vann (63.25.185.142) -- Friday, February 25 2005, 06:34 pm

Be the woman, that you are!
Sirisha,

I have read both of your heart's cries. I see no reason for tears. Seldom will a man find, a heart made from a woman, such as yours, yet, I have found one. She loves to walk a long the lips of the sea and feel its lips, kiss her feet, as she walks. She love to feel the breeze andsometimes, she thinks of me, well, she said, most of the time, when her heart is free, she thinks of me. I have never touched her, as a man desires to touch a woman, that he loves. But, I have felt her heart. She loves to walk a lone, see the sun and feel its heat upon her soul, as she walks, sometimes, she cries, real tears to herself. She need more than sea shells and a warm sun, she needs my heart, to touch her as a man, touches a woman, all a lone and safe, our, love can do anything.

So, Sirisha, I understand, the dream in your heart, as you walk a lone, I feel the touch, of love's heat, just one more step, in front of your heart and you will be there, just one more step upon the warm, sand.
MV

Janaki (203.199.132.36) -- Friday, April 15 2005, 09:59 am

very cute
i really admire the way u wrote..expressing very well why u like something..
good..keep it up

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