Caring me petty,
Having fun plenty,
We were kids,
When we met.
Forgot, how she looked then,
Too young was I to care that,
In my life day and night,
Like a shadow since then.
Sometimes ahead, leading,
Sometimes behind, pushing,
Lays down path for me,
Forced the path she laid.
A lot I paid,
For paths she laid.
Denying my heart,
Taking dear apart.
Now I am a salve,
And insane,
But I want be free,
And sane,
So my ego,
Please go.
8 comments:
" A lot, I paid,
For paths she laid. "
Was SHE the daughter of any 'road contractor' ???!!??? :)
Denn
@Denn - Yes, she was. Of a poor road contractor. Was helping her father in layin roads. It was by that road side that we used to meet.
You won't let live my serious post as such. But then, a nice PJ. Keep it goin :)
i doubt whether ur crush is "ego" as u say in the last line! I can see a pretty little class one girl in the backdrop of your poem !!! whos she ? satyam paraa ghoshetta...
@Sheethu - Did my schoolin in a boys only school. So little chance for a pretty little class one girl.
Adutha veetile Class one kutti ayikkude Ghostetta???
Roots and Wings
"Did my schoolin in a boys only school. So little chance for a pretty little class one girl."
No wonder, all girls you meet make you their brother. :P
nice!
even nicer - abhi's comments! :D
its reeeally late to post a comment for this.. But anyways here it goes.. !
Great analogy.. Till the last para the doubt lingers if u're talking abt ur girlfriend or not...
by th wya, tht brings us to the Q sheethu put forth... Aaara aa primary class penkutty?? :D
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