she loves me, when I cry
she kisses me, when everything gets dried
she hugs me, when I am alone
and makes me feel that she is my own
she is with me, when I am sad
scolds me, when I am bad
she corrects me when I am wrong
and adores me, when I sing her favorite song
now, why do I feel talking only with her
why do I think only of & for her
what the hell has happened to me
why do I feel that she has stolen my brain's key
I think, love has entered my life with her
and love made me stick only on her
without her, I am incomplete
and her presence encourages me to compete
the secret which I have never told to you;
the 'she' of my poem is you
we know, we love each other
but, are scared of others
we are short of only three words
to get separated from the world
I know, you will be not able to say
therefore, I have expressed my feelings in my way
-----Kalyan Chakravarthy A.
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