She said why and i,
could only watch her go,
could only feel her go ,
for i know ,she loves me not ,
she doesn't think i am hot.
She moved away without being slow,
as if she is determined , not like me ,
who can never make a decision free.
I stood perplexed thinking what to do,
thinking will my desires ever come true.
My hope got surrounded by fear,
i had nothing to give except tear.
That diminishing hope got some slope,
when one day i saw her, with someone galloped.
I asked my heart why and i,
could only wait her come,
could only let her come,
for i know, i hate her not,
i think she is hot.
For years i waited, till she
became my wife my life.
And now in no way, i can let her go, for i know
the price of love...
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VICHAAR-""the reflection of my thoughts""
Poetryhey this is my first poem ..it describes the condition of a poor guy..and the crude reality of today's world...a wide gap between rich and poor,,hope u will enjoy it..plz in case u find some mistakes ..just notify me ..i really want to improve, and...
