Things become small including the sky;
when I was just talking or even beside her;
a feeling in the inner soul of flying high;
always feel that "The time should stop forever."
The colour of moon in night;
appears at her cheek when she feels shy;
she always appears so bright;
even when she takes the path without light.
The way she'll always be is pragmatic;
it's quite different from all the epic;
of the creator who lost all his power;
in creating her cute, little lively flower.
A misted thought comes in mind;
by staring at her eye;
I desire to change her to feel kind;
it always turns a lie.
She makes others even her friends;
with sensitive, patience, kind heart;
feel jealous with her amazing beauty;
some are jealous, change their trends.
I made it clear;
that she is the one I have to pray;
and I always fear;
that she would leave and go away.
In future when I reach my aim;
I'll represent her with my fame.
Things I know about her;
gave me life and those;
I understand about her;
had made it to continue.
I humbly have to say;
I am the luckiest and also fortunate;
in sense of the way;
I am getting her love, it may be late.
Dethroned Heart's Angel
Published by Family Friend Poems April 2011 with permission of the Author.
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