Hating all about you, those memories I love still
My all efforts are burried there, it makes me kill
Wherever we met, for me the best kind of place
All what I remembers, brings smile on my face
Where I was loving you most, you played it as a game
In book of our love, highlighted pages of your excuses lame
Only in those memories, I have a good side of you
Later you were changed enough, for what I hate it too
~Ashutosh Sharma
- Ashutosh Sharma