We had decided to meet round the corner at the town,
I was late and there I could see her..in best of her fret n frown.
Maybe she was going to kill me..well..better than turning me down.
I paused at the sight..the innocent face being kissed by her curly hairbrown.
I watched her like a thief.. stealing the moment from time,
And time robbed me of a few heartbeats as I slided into her beauty charm so sublime.
And there stood the unaware bandit queen swindling both our hearts at this scene of crime.
And we both whispered,"....I wish she could be mine"
It was that day n probably at that time
when I guess I lost something.. something so fine
I couldn’t see it.. but I still feel it..
As I move ahead I now believe it..
That beautiful moment was a lovely dream..and that dream was only mine.
Copyright ©2008 Amit Sharma
Friday, March 14, 2008
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