She is standing in front of me,
staring at something
not me.
Laughing with her friends;
getting into friendly touch
not even gets formal with me.
She thinks about everyone
Except me...
she is my best friend,
I'm just a mate.
she is my life
I'm just a moment .
she is in my soul and mind
I'm in her nothing...
I know,
she will never be mine....
nor i will be hers....
still this silly heart doesn't want to accept
the bitter truth of destiny...
what shall i do ?
