Love Poem: Pallavi Verma

She calls me every night
She calls me every night
just to know if I am fine I miss her call sometimes

I ask her about her day
But all she wants to know
is if I was wearing the same
old jeans today.
She asks me about my day
But all I want to know is
if she is regular with
her morning walk.
'No more chopping off hair’, she says.
'Only if you don’t shy from wearing jeans'
I get new haircuts every month.

'Don't eat sugar anymore', I say.
'When are you coming home'
I book my bus tickets every month
She calls me every night.

Comments

  1. Shubham AryaFebruary 15, 2019 at 10:50 AM

    Hello Pallvi!
    Poem of its kind, good one! Enjoyed reading it!
    Jesus Loves You!

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  2. preetiFebruary 16, 2019 at 9:46 AM

    "Do not eat sugar anymore"; I was able to directly connect this line to the poem (limerick form) "Oh I wish I'd looked after my teeth" which was part of my English textbook in school.

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  3. DevyaniFebruary 26, 2019 at 9:58 AM

    Your title caught my eye. It's beautiful.

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