A Meet of Ecstasy
Maybe I died,
And this all feels like heaven.
Or maybe it is a dream,
A dream which wasn’t expected ever.
I Know you aren’t real,
It is just a stupid who wants to hold.
I will let you leave,
To see what future unfolds.
I know I don’t have that of a luck,
Which owns this treasure in whole.
I don’t expect anything because I love,
If you will leave I will not be broken it is just this heart will have another hole.
Looking at you,
Makes me hate when I blink.
Listening to you,
Makes me hate when I have to think.
Speaking to you, Oh! Sorry I cannot,
Cannot phanthom such disgrace.
What can be said to a beauty,
And that too which is ace.
It is all of you I want,
Sorry for this awkwardness(your silence) I am in a haste.
Sorry my words are weak in front of you,
Your silence just makes me hate my literary taste.
I don’t wish that I can be with you,
It is just my feelings, my greed I hate.
What can I say more now,
Let me just leave all onto this fate.
I don’t expect anything,
Because I love!
Your image struck in head, Words in my Ears,
But I know I am too poor, They aren’t the things I deserve.
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