I exist close to an area called SOUTH END
where a chap used to come with his girl friend.
They would stop here every weekend to’ve their tiffin
before proceeding to the road called ROSE GARDEN.
where a chap used to come with his girl friend.
They would stop here every weekend to’ve their tiffin
before proceeding to the road called ROSE GARDEN.
By her naughtiness, him, she would go onto entertain
as she would eat her favourite dosa that was plain.
A future, the boy, in her lovely eyes, he would see
as he would go onto sip his favourite filter coffee.
They both were people who were so very different
which to others, might have been, like an amusement.
Yet, it was the language of love that their actions spoke
and had kept together, till then, the lass and the bloke.
Yet, one day, she jabbed the boy’s heart with a spear
spurned his love by deciding no longer to be his dear
by saying that what all he was doing for her was trivial
and status for her, not his love, in society, was vital.
as she would eat her favourite dosa that was plain.
A future, the boy, in her lovely eyes, he would see
as he would go onto sip his favourite filter coffee.
They both were people who were so very different
which to others, might have been, like an amusement.
Yet, it was the language of love that their actions spoke
and had kept together, till then, the lass and the bloke.
Yet, one day, she jabbed the boy’s heart with a spear
spurned his love by deciding no longer to be his dear
by saying that what all he was doing for her was trivial
and status for her, not his love, in society, was vital.
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