I know myself,
But not more than you do the same thing.
I enjoyed that
time,
When you were
just half mm far from me.
I was just a
piece of blank paper having an empty canvas,
Only You were the
all ‘colors and designs’ embossed on it.
I regret those misdeeds,
For Which you always tried to console me.
I just made my efforts,
They all bloomed as success all due to you.
We couldn’t get ‘one’ and
won’t be able to make that happen,
Though in the deepest valley of heart, you will always be
there.
I know my horizon well,
That’s why I know, you were beyond that.
Coz I am that ‘raw’ which needs your circumtance as a
burnisher.
