When i see those beautiful hands,
my heart wants me to take a stand,that
go lad clutch them tight;
She has the ego,let her suffer..
let her realize the pain i guzzle.
my mind says-"no dear dont bend!
or else u always have to repent"
When i see her sad,my heart says-
"u are a careless lad,
so what if she insulted you,
proove again that your love was true"
She is strong and can live well,
why should i make my life hell?
mind says-"see she is laughing,
without even noticing the pain u r passing"
When i remember that rugby match we played,
i clutched her waist and her face went pale..
she turned back and gave me a smile,
since then she was the queen of ma life.
Mind SAYS-'she never cries for you,but always keeps on smiling,
were ll those feeling crap which my heart was compiling?
ONE DAY she calles and said-"you never turned up to c me
i thought you were a caring lad..
I SMILED AND REPLIED
"U wear pink nail paint and my gifted watch..
your waist is still the same as was in match..
your eyes are empty and cheeks are pale..
NO COMMENTS FOR YOUR HEART COZ DAT IS WHERE I FAILED....."
BY NIHARIKA
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