A poem….

It was a poem; just a poem

Yet contained a whole life in it

A story of a boy; silent and shy

And of a girl; bright in mind & sharp in wit

He was there; silent, unknown

She was there; dear to all, never alone

He used to make his pen dance

On the paper, tracing rhyming lines

She used to smile on the music of life

Pretty, sincere, jolly; bit choosy at times

He used to stare at her

She hasn’t any clue

He used to be around, yet un-noticed

Making things easy for her; she never knew

And time has witnessed a story; special in each sense

A mixed recipe of smiles and tears; joyous and tense

He used to cherish the small rare moments of talks

And tried to be a reason of her smiles

She never understood his true feelings

One day time departed them for miles

Now he was trying to overcome his sorrow

She was already busy in new world; new place

He slowly was healing up; yet she was in his heart and mind

He wishes to revert time; he still wishes to chase

She never knew him at all; she would never know

And time would make this story a forgotten tale

Yet this story was never completed; still growing

Beyond the happiness of success; beyond tears of being fail