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