The Girl. Poem by Bhaarat Kurda

Walking, in the darkest of the street,
Thinking, there's noting can be done,
Laughing, made a joke of myself,
Crying, as there is no one to help.

Someghing, hurts me deep inside,
Everything, is falling apart,
Living, have no strength anymore,
Dying, is what I am craving to explore.

I am in this world all alone,
Finding someone to take me in,
I am waiting and there is no love,
Want someone to stop my heart from burning.

And then there come a girl with a golden heart,
To fix my world that was falling apart,
She took my hand and pulled me out of my blues,
She was the answer when there were no clues.

Suddenly she hacked everything once belonged to me,
She visited my dark places and filled them with glee,
The hope and love were newly found,
The bond we shared was new but felt profound.

She made me a new man with her love and affection,
A knight in shining armour who save me from affliction,
I look at me now and see a man whom she preserved,
It amaze me how I got someone I never deserved.