They call me Papa ki pari
Whenever I got in hurry
It was him only in worry
No matter how much he loves me
I'm not gonna get him trust me
Guess I found the love of my life
He got to know
Wanted me to dig in the soil like the seed we sow
And last I tried to end it with a knife
But not in my hands was my life
They say I can't marry my love
Just
as he belongs to some other castMy father , the first man I love
Could not sacrifice his ego for my love
It makes my life hell
Whenever I recall those words he spell
Seems like the knife piercing my heart that I couldn't kill
What he couldn't, his daughter
His half flesh chose to compromise
There was I standing for mah parents away from the love of my life...
I don't even know if it's worth reading. It just came into my mind. I have literally never tried my hand on writing.
It's my first try.
There might be many grammatical mistakes as I'm not even very confident on my grammar lol...
I would be happy if I get to know my mistakes as I'm keen to improve them.
(I really feel I should change the title ..What do u think?)Thank you ....
YOU ARE READING
Being a GIRL...?
PoetryNothing specific ... Just read in and let me know if you like it... #myfirsttryonwritingasawhole