I was there, sitting on the first seat of our bus
And you were searching for your bottle making a fuss
I literally didn't even care to see your face
I stood up and took my case
After a couple of seconds I heard a voice
You came to me running with a kerchief among all those traffic noise
I was not expecting you to be this kind
That's okay, never mind
The next day we both smiled
In the evening, you saved a seat by your side
Having no other place to sit
I took the place by hesitating a bit
You seemed young enough to have some affairs
So I asked you to tell the favourite one that you love
You were like an open book, you told your favourite one and the one that broke you into pieces
I admired you for your simplicity
I loved the way you talk
You gave me a glimpse of youth
And the people I used to stalk
Being an artist
You wanted to know about my views
Being an old lady
I explained what I knew
~Sree
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Missing | Poetry |
PoetryThese are not poems but thoughts that occurred to me out of no where. Writing long stories was difficult for me. So I tried to write them as poems. There are poems on love and heartbreak and crush and mood swings and many more problems faced by tee...
