If I say don't go Outside it's falling snow. Will you accept my words and stay? I will feel happy this way. I love you deep from my heart. I feel the affection in my every part. If possible I can look in your eyes all the time. Tell me can you hear my heartbeats as they make the noise like the wind chimes. You say moon looks so beautiful and new. To tell you, i have written poetries on it for you. I have penned my emotions, pure and divine. That's how the moon looks so bright when it shine. Your beauty gives me the peace that I need. Your presence is so serene, indeed. There have been girls many. But you are written in my destiny. And for that I am sure cos now no other girl allure. Now my heart understands It gets happy when i hold your hands. My soul seeks your warm presence. Without you my life now makes no sense.
You are not a poet, and that is why You could never find innocence In his wet socks. You are not a mother, and that is why You could never find struggles In his torn socks. You are not a daughter, and that is why Maybe you could never find hard work From the burnt aroma of his socks. Tired, dripping sweat off the chin, His feet steady, his shoes tightened, The blisters underneath the sole, The socks torn at his toe, Circling roughly, and painfully, the skin, He could smell his own struggle For the day, Like a chef’s favourite flavour’s aroma, He let the filthy aroma be felt, Feeling the money from his hardwork In his olive coloured pockets.