I
Your eyes were red, I could see
But what you want, I can't be!
You expect too much
Your each desire does my heart touch....
But I'm helpless
Oh! Your predictions are meaningless
I'm not what to you it seems
And what I AM, you can never dream.
I'm not those elegant feathers
That makes your soul fly,
But me is that peacock's crappy feet
Thats the reason for its cry! !
Since I care, So I want you to
Understand that theres nothing good I can do.
I'm not pessimist, the fact I true
I can ever win, the chances very few...
Please stop expecting, it pricks
My hearts a heart, not some brick...
All I want you is to please not deny,
The girl who you value, that aint 'I'.
poem by Jaya Mishra
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