Yogiraj Biplab

(25/08/1997 / Darjeeling India)

Hurting Love


It is on the way
When I do go to my class
It is then
When I reach near her
The perfect one, the lovely one
Whom I see always working on the fields
The sweet girl with no much beauty
Has no brother I think, to see
She has a small cottage by the path
Where we meet sometimes
I wonder to see
What she does to look at us
Through a gap of the broken bamboo wal
She runs to see us
Can't I understand
What the hope is in her
I think this
As she lives a life so far

Submitted: Monday, March 24, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 10, 2014

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Its about when I would go to my computer class would see a girl while crossing a turning beside the village. Not too far, thats 2km away from my home. In last lines I tried to show the distance between the village and town.

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