I wish to sing, but I'm good with just poetry;
They say I can do both, that too is a remedy;
Although songs I believe are written in a tune;
With feelings sky high, this is a poem for my moon...
She is a little round, but she's pretty sweet;
Although stupid she talks, her smile makes me weak;
I wonder sometimes, if I am truly worth her time;
For I am but a stone, while like a pearl she shines...
How deep are my feelings, yet I feel so weak;
To reach and have her forever, a hope I seek;
If only she would reach out her hands, I'd never let go;
I'll be her only guardian, my love I'd show...
From a beautiful monsoon to a lovely winter;
I love her so much, from January till December;
On the night of Christmas, all my pain I'd sever;
May the moon of my life, shine forever...
So I deliver these words to you with a smile;
Hoping you'd wait for it in the meanwhile;
My verses, my words, are my only link to you;
The above lines written are just a few...
