by Sukriti Singh
(173, Shakti Khand 4, indirapuram, ghaziabad, uttar pradesh)
Helping was not my business,
Till i met her.
Fever ever thought
friendship would par infinity
Meeting her was the path to laughing colors to my lips
Lonely i sat down
When she came with stolen out laughing colours
Day i missed when she never turned back
Looking at me was a sigh of broken friendship
Never wanted that sigh of doubt of broken fun
Came back she again
Believed that day friendship would last long
The day i got angry
But fun lost my anger
The day i remembered when someone asked
To whom you describe with heart
I uttered she was a girl with a dulcet heart
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