Maybe I was born bad luck,
definitely never scrounged for it.
Maybe was it foretold by Almighty,
but didn't let me starve to bits.
...
A perfect moment to write,
as I sit by your side.
Sunken in your eyes,
my eyes are!
...
Take this letter, Oh white dove,
drop it to the balcony, of my beloved.
Let the breeze tangle, in his ‘dark-brown' hair,
...
" A wave of coolness! " ..believes that, " When you live for a strong purpose, Hard work isn't an option, it's a necessity! " Loves to pen down her soul in the form of poetry and anecdotes.Loves to paint & sketch as well. Her Dad & her Idol are her solemn deviser.)
One Day, You'll Reproach!
Maybe I was born bad luck,
definitely never scrounged for it.
Maybe was it foretold by Almighty,
but didn't let me starve to bits.
They came for errands,
which longed to be perpetual.
I never knew for right,
till the licit grew sensible.
They made it worse,
to the heights it was possible.
Such myopic they are,
and their nature, plausible.
It is said very well,
by the fairies of heaven,
you get what you sow,
and your dears soon beckon.
For what you did to me,
you'll soon be poached.
You get what you deserve,
and one day, you'll reproach!
Very nice poem 👌