Since today’s Drishti’s–a friend’s–birthday, I thought of writing a haiku for her. It didn’t turn out to be a haiku. But I would appreciate it if you ignore that fact. Also ignore the fact that Drish still cannot find my blog.
“A life born fourteen years ago,
A soul enclosed in the tiny body.
Who knew she would burst forth with beauty,
To win any heart she ever met?
She really is a beautiful soul. Just hear this, Drishti–even though you still can’t find my blog, and your excited squeal creeps the hell outta me–I am lucky that I got to meet you.
P.S. I hope this isn’t sounding like I’m writing this from the future (as in old age) . . . or worse, I hope this isn’t sounding like a cheesy love letter. you know how I hate those. =_=”
