Metaphor
She read and what she saw,
The oblivion and reminiscent thoughts
She knew, she would be in an awe,
If she knew what i said and what my mind froughts.
Confusion, i am living in, I can't state
Maybe better if i can do more
To tell her, i am there, so please wait,
But for what? She loves me no more.
I cry, rave, deem myself unworthy,
But if I be of worth one day, she would die
And to that poor soul all material and earthy
With smiling face would say goodbye??
Akash sangwan
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