A Rich Lad

A Rich Lad

A Poem by Prathima Shet

I am still found crying on my bed
Where, hez laughing around in his life.
I am still found seeing our chat conversation with a tear in my eye,
Where, hez started a new conversation with someone with a smile.
I am still waiting for him to get back,
Where he has already moved on and never gonna return.
I am still suffering for a peaceful sleep,
Where, hez dreaming of future leap.
I am walking on the street like a mad
where, he is enjoying as a rich lad.
-19/11/2012 Mon, 11:47 PM

© 2014 Prathima Shet


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Yeah Life goes on and hopes will always remain!!! :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Two sides of same incident. You could really put your emotion in these words. Life just goes on and still there is hope.....

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Prathima Shet
Prathima Shet

Bangalore, India



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