"She looked up in the place she heard a sound.
A smile and a thought, "Who is it around?"
She ran her fingers through her hair,
Tangled n matted with an 'I-don’t-care!'
She held her mobile, bent her knees n sat on her bed,
'Let me check who is it... someone who thought of me instead?'
'Its been long three hours with books around,
My own rules I reason for being self-bound'
'And here's a poet trying to make me at ease,
'I say if you could… take a load off me please!'
She blushes and laughs over his flattery rap,
It does help her with a freshening gap.
'Oh! I've lots to study in this summer eve so sultry,
Hmmm… I am also anxious to hear this crazy fren's poetry.'
She sighs, opens her book... the only company to keep,
And she smiles as she hears her mobile... BEEP!
"Baby! The poem is ready! :)"
Copyright ©2008 Amit Sharma
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