The One.A Poem by Ashita Panda
I hear those paan candy wrappers
Make a lot of commotion Inside your pocket Your face lights up in glee For it serves as a happiness portion I do not like It's taste, smell; I like none What I like is the happy childlike face And thus, Habits make you two Love binds into one. "How many sugar cubes sir?" Asked the coffee shop guy Two for her, one for me. I over think,you don't I save, you won't Perhaps anything "perfect" is a lie. I do not crave perfection I admire love Amid differences I desire, That mirror between us So that, When you see me, you see your reflection. © 2017 Ashita Panda |
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Added on February 19, 2017 Last Updated on February 19, 2017 Author
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