Querencia Poem by Somendra Gaur

Lifting her up in my hands,
Heart Racing faster than Light Speed
Without any errands.

The Redness of her Nose,
When we came Close,
Her Tight Hugs > Drugs,
And ofcourse our fav. Mugs,
My '𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘴' jearsey was her especial Dress,
She called me her 'Very Own Mattress'
&
Told me,
I was all the Social-power,
To her childish Wallflower.

Caressing her Pimples,
Soothing her Dimples,

All this affection for others I have, is Fake
Letting you go was all my mistake.

I detest that last cookie in the Jar,
Your nights definitely miss their best-loved Star.

Discovering life on Mars is Easy,
Getting a person like you isn't,
Ain't nobody half that Cheesy.

𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 Â𝘮𝘦,
You'll be happy Wherever you be,
Failures of my efforts told me this:
In trying to Be.

'𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘢' I'm not taking any Cue,
Ya,
I Still Hate You.