Oh foolish heart, what in a tomboy did you a beauty see?
Time and again you love her, but foolish you are you prove.
Foolish heart, open your eyes and see: your love doesn’t her move.
Ignore not the other beauties that lament and die out of jealousy.
Yet with no other beauties you wish to be
Oh, in a tomboy a beauty you did see!
Then foolish heart, a thousand death must you die
For she is unkind, business-minded, and a fame-hungry being
She seeks any men who might give her a diamond ring
Die oh foolish heart die, and kiss her and the world a final goodbye.
Copyright © 2012 RAMU DAS
Ramu Das 
haha….i like the sincere outpourings on this blog. Very directly felt things you mention!
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Thanks, Amit Ji! But there are certain things which I’m still afraid to share. But then, as we know, an empty page is a writer’s saving grace. 🙂
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haha…keep posting dear!
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she doesnot sounds like a tomboy 🙂
she sounds like a seductress.
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Hahaha! Then, let us call her a seductress tomboy 😛
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nice one!
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I hate you for this post… joking 😉
I am a big time tomboy and feminist… donot generalize… But the poem was good… You have improved…:)
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Hahaha…! 😉
I do see beauty in tomboy. 🙂
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There is something about a tomboy that attracts the guys – perhaps some forbidden fruit, the closest to making out with another ‘guy’ while remaining ‘straight’
LOL – don’t take this too seriously but at one time, tomboys did hold an allure.
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Lol “the closest to making out with another ‘guy’ while remaining ‘straight’”… ah ha, that would be quite an experience, I should say.
I suppose, tomboys still hold an allure, one has to see them through my eyes… hahaha!
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