TITLE-BROKEN HEART

Thinking about those days,

When I met you in one or the other ways.

Felt satisfied when I saw you,

Stood still hoping that I would never leave you.

What happened I didn’t even know?

From that day my heartbeat became slow.

 Our relationship became somewhat complicated,

Even to ask “how?” I hesitated.

My broken heart glint slowly and felt with tears,

To know the truth I became a pioneer.

Her father told –you are not the right person she needs,

You can’t yourself even afford to buy weeds.

You are humbug in her life nothing else,

Can’t even be a par! He tells.

She chose me instead of you,

Thus my eyes became full of dew.

He was somewhere inelegant to me, the way he talked,

With my broken heart said nothing just went out and walked.

My girl is gone because I can’t afford to make her happy,

To get her back and heal my broken heart,

 I needed wealth and popularity.

I have to become above populace,

So that the people who hate me, watch me with pride and glance.

I left my progeny and all comfort behind ,

Hoping that my parents would won’t mind.

After so much of struggle I found my identity,

I was earning a lot which was a reality.

Now I have reached the height of my destiny,

But she left her father and me,

She killed herself because of her agony.

Her father realized the pain and separation of lover,

He told that he won’t forgive himself forever.

                                               -BY PUNEET NANDAN