Popsy it's not that you are less important or you don't matter. It's just that you are the background colour of a painting called "me". You are the indispensable bolt of my machine, the end of my infinity. I am not in a position to gift you something worth but today I kneel down on this disheveled paper to give you the rose of my poetry.
When my spurious claims and blames gyrate
You inject in them the reality trait
When I get roasted on the pan of life
You slowly and calmly take me out through a knife
The sphere hasn't yet known you
It seems that the key to your inner self has burst out and down
In the confetti of red and blue
For your drops aren't welcomed in the society's stream
All turn dumb when you cry and scream
You were there everywhere.
In the caliginous night
When the dim Street lights were not so bright
In the blinding afternoon
When melted was the moon
You were there everytime . When I was shattered it was you who taught me how to again rearrange myself . Your messy jokes are the best daddy. The stories of your hometown are the lullabies for me. The bundle of your difficulties and struggle is still kept by me as a memoir...as an inspiration to achieve my aspiration.
I will turn the chairs for you
I will make the stars fell for you
I will make the galaxy bow to you
I will make reverence to respect you
I will renovate our shanty to a castle
I will live for myself
But
I will die for you
I will live in my flesh
But
my soul will rest in peace in you arms
It's not that my start is you
It's just that there is no start without you
It is not that my end is all about you
it's just that you are all about I want to end with