My Disposal.. Poem by Gokul Saravanan

A girl so mere,
I dint know her,
she was standing right there,
I couldn't miss her,
her eyes so clear,
that i could see myself in there...

Stop and stare,
at her beauty,
curly hair,
such a softy,
sweet eclair,
she is mine....

Stop and stare,
at the rain,
here no there,
is the pain,
my thoughts so smeared,
like the rain drops in the sky...

Stop and stare,
at her heart,
not so pure,
as i thought,
my desire,
left apart,
me...