It Is My Old Friend
Oh dear! When you wait for some one, I must say
You pace up and down on the bridge all alone
Like a hungry lion waiting for its well known prey
Ah! What to say about your smile on your flat brow
Your lips make a curve pointing towards the sky
I think this is a bow ready to ready to shot an arrow
Oh God! Your anger I must confess is so amusing
That all of us wish to burst into a loud yelling laughter
But for the sake of your childish heart we keep it chewing
Your confused talks make us surprised every time
For, you never stick to your strict and quick resolutions
Yet we all love you for we cannot commit a moral crime
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