Tuesday 15 March 2016

When she goes by a bus.....



I do not want to weep.
I do not want to sob.
As I pass her red bag,
I lost hope in the time.
When she goes by a bus,
I do not want to control either.

I do not want to shout.
I do not want to rush.
Things came to me uninvited;
Like it was truly expected.
When she goes by a bus,
I do not want to be cool either.

I do not want to love.
I do not want to be loved.
As she sat in her seat;
I lost the pace of my beat.
When she goes by a bus,
 I do not wanted to hold back either.

 Do not want to imagine.
I do not want to hope.
As she tabs button in her cell,
She sent me literally to hell.
When she goes by a bus,
I do not want to stop dreaming either.





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