An acrostic – I

We were in the first semester of our Under Graduation. Our English professor explained what an acrostic poem is and instructed us to write one. I thought for a while and then came the first poem of my life:

Aishwarya, the beauty queen
Singing in the garden
Holding her fiancé’s palms
Offering her beautiful looks
Kindled her fiancé’s feelings

Pressing her palms tightly
Reacting to her gestures
Ashok, her handsome fiancé
Bestowed her with a wonderful kiss &
Hugging her tightly,
Uttered ‘I love you’

n.b. This might sound a bit romantic because as a fresher at college, I just wanted to play some pranks. No hidden intentions otherwise.

4 thoughts on “An acrostic – I

  1. Hvor er den faiasstntk sød! Og elsker dens udtryk og hatten! 🙂 Kunne godt finde pÃ¥, at lave en selv ogsÃ¥.Jeg har forresten meldt mig som fast læser, din blog er skøn!Knus

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