When I wrote you down
letters oozed out my pen,
They spread on my worksheet
and drew themselves,
I could see my feelings
take a shape at last,
Posting that piece of paper
meant a herculean task,
A well read scholar
they called your highness,
I mounted hopes, but
not that of reciprocation,
I had well known my place
in your list of appreciation,
So on that fateful day
when I saw your eyes fall short
to the words that had
escaped me for life,
The form I portrayed
and the one you perceived,
Made my naive self realise..
More often people pretend
their understanding of things
they really can’t ever understand,
It’s easier for them
to rush through conundrums,
and conclude judgements,
For that’s a defence mechanism
of a half enlightened mass.
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