Yes ,you love him
That I know.
But, did you forget
you love me too?
Yes, I know he is
The one you cherish
But what I ask is
About the promises
You once made to me.
The sisterly love we have-
Don't stamp on it
Just because you have
A long yearned beau
To care for, now.
It isn't fair at all,
You know.
Long years have witnessed,
What we share .
Days have wished ,the Sun
Would just take his day off.
But nights have only
doubled the fun we have.
Don't you think all this,
Has been missing out?
People change ,I know
They tend to forget.
But ,oh! For God's sake,
I ask you, do not be them.
Let tomorrow feel us too.
And then we will walk
Hand-in-hand again,
As if today never happened.
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The Fall of Words
Poetry"Poetry..... Something so intimate, so essential ,that cannot be defined without oversimplifying. It is like the colour yellow , love and fall of leaves in autumn. Poetry is magical,mysterious and unexplainable." ...
