I am a young boy in teens. I fell in love with my classmate with whom I always quarrel. When I left the school I had a deep feeling that I had lost a precious thing in my life. I always wished to see her and try to propose and I did it one day which ended all our dealings she rejected it and she never talked to me even as a friend. This poem is a part of my life as this is the first poem I wrote when I was falling in love with her.
Dethroned Heart's Angel
©
Srikanth
Things become small including the sky;
when I was just talking or even besides 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 appear so bright;
even when she take the path without light.
The way she 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 starring at her eye;
I desire to change her to feel kind;
it always turn as 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.
when I was just talking or even besides 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 appear so bright;
even when she take the path without light.
The way she 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 starring at her eye;
I desire to change her to feel kind;
it always turn as 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.
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