Taking a break from heavy philosophical explorations, here’s a story of a cute, budding love story. Have tried to maintain rhyme and similar lengths of lines, but I am not yet sure of how it has turned out😅
Anyways, do read along…
Aww, she is cute when she is sad
No, I mean it is bad that she is sad.
Who is he? That ruffian for a lad...
He is making her day very very bad.
I am furious, and I am now, mad
At that boy who is farthest from rad.
As my eyes, on her's, are laid
Gazes meet and all's said that's yet unsaid.
And now I am the focus, he, the backdrop
Reddish is my glare and away, he takes a hop.
Back on the cutie, I focus
And of my universe, she is the locus.
Her gaze drops and her face's tomato
And I am high, and so full of bravado.
Forward, I step, but come crashing down
Poof, the high's gone, confused I frown.
I panic and my palms are sweaty
And heart's racing, like I have seen a Yeti.
I turn around, and away, I run, to get a grip
But deep down I know, now it's a never-ending trip.
- Nimitta
P.S. :- I hope it's not atrociously cringe. Have also written a follow-up to this. Will be posting it next time. Have a good day🙂.