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Array ( [sid] => 125249 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The songs I sing [time] => 2006-09-03 04:21:03 [hometext] => I sing songs in Tamil but now I would like to sing english songs [bodytext] => It was my mother who taught me songs
I poured on ladies for their throngs
For the buttocks and Italian matrons
I was the poet and darling of gardens

On to the greensward, leaves rustling
Appeared like thousand fans thronging
I gave them endless summer concerts
Tears poured for me in their trumpets

If their tears would fall forever for me
Those gracious ladies who are not dummy
Now their eyes wrinkle and they too
For those old songs and that are not new

Alas! I do not remember the old songs
No lady had cried for me, is it my wrong?
Mother O` mother teach me new songs
These ladies cannot wait for any long

When in romance, I play the art songs
With my band, I play the popular songs
When its festive in town, I sing folk songs
With my wife, its ballad and all love songs























[comments] => 2 [counter] => 205 [topic] => 54 [informant] => girish [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => happypoetry )
The songs I sing

Contributed by girish on Sunday, 3rd September 2006 @ 04:21:03 AM in AEST
Topic: happypoetry



It was my mother who taught me songs
I poured on ladies for their throngs
For the buttocks and Italian matrons
I was the poet and darling of gardens

On to the greensward, leaves rustling
Appeared like thousand fans thronging
I gave them endless summer concerts
Tears poured for me in their trumpets

If their tears would fall forever for me
Those gracious ladies who are not dummy
Now their eyes wrinkle and they too
For those old songs and that are not new

Alas! I do not remember the old songs
No lady had cried for me, is it my wrong?
Mother O` mother teach me new songs
These ladies cannot wait for any long

When in romance, I play the art songs
With my band, I play the popular songs
When its festive in town, I sing folk songs
With my wife, its ballad and all love songs



























Copyright © girish ... [ 2006-09-03 04:21:03]
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Re: The songs I sing (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 3rd September 2006 @ 11:58:42 PM AEST
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Very beautifull, precious write.
huggs, smiles,
emy


Re: The songs I sing (User Rating: 1 )
by Honey56 on Saturday, 30th September 2006 @ 10:38:38 AM AEST
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A very beautiful post...Great i most say!
honey56




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