Eiffel Tower @the top. Couldn't stop writing, Couldn't control the flow of emotion. I thought I should pen my mind. Here is the poem written from the top of Eiffel tower.
No wonder they call it a wonder..
No wonder they call it a wonder!!
The tall man's
unconquerable beauty
Head high, the unhideable Majesty
To every ogler, an
unquenchable foreplay
My virtual alter-ego
in a magnetic canoply
A status of bravery and wisdom
No wonder they call it a wonder..
No wonder they call it a wonder
Angelic clouds kisses its blessings
Mother earth massages the four limbs
Scented breeze perfumes the warrior
Colored light dresses him up for the party
A hero, a king, a warrior a legend!!
An virtue of
pragmatism and heroism
No wonder they call it a wonder..
No wonder they call it a wonder
Like the honey bees of a disturbed comb
Every Step folks close to paradise
Like a million lightening
Flashes for memories
Like a managers cough on a sleepy workday
A sudden shake on a powerful air blow
A sign of awe and fantasy
No wonder they call it a wonder..
No wonder they call it a wonder
Midway view, a honeymoon before wedding
Flying hearts all round the arena
Hugs and kisses warms up a lonely heart
4 pairs of lips, an exotic current
Anticipation and imagination from this single soul
An epitome of love and romance
No wonder they call it a wonder..
No wonder they call it a wonder
-Aravind Mohan
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