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Sumisha Chandan Poem
I know it’s him, today
My madness is growing,
The other direction,
In a beautiful way.
He caught me, I could sense
The shivers that I had to bear
He shall all his life see,
What I will do to set him free,
Only to cage him with me till eternity.
It’s like a fire,
That burns in you,
When he only thinks about you.
Love keeps the fire strong,
Cause it’s that feeling that can never go wrong,
Shivers in my body endless times,
We happen to love each other all the time.
I will love him all day through
When tomorrow comes,
He will too.
Copyright © Sumisha Chandan | Year Posted 2015
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Sumisha Chandan Poem
Love And Its Irony by Sumisha Chandan
With love right around the corner,
a checkered pink pant
fitted well with a manly mink
has its own alibi.
With a pink pant and the trinket down its part,
no one loves love for a while.
Loneliness takes you to the same corner
this time it is a white and a blue collar,
with black checkered pants.
You run into love this time
to find, it wearing a fine dress
around its corner.
You want it to come your way
but the ways have changed.
The distance is enough,
for a retake of the pink pant and the two piece collar.
You run towards the same corner
You find love waiting with its red dress,
waiting to be kissed & hugged.
You realize it's a mistake you make,
to think love comes in beautiful ways.
The next time you see a purple faced pant
don't forget to carry it home,
to stitch it well with pink.
'Cause it hurts
the love who could be yours,
sitting on the same corner
begging for someone
who could be you
A spectacled disaster!!!
Copyright © Sumisha Chandan | Year Posted 2015
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