A colourful
bird stirred up my heart
Flew from
nowhere and rested at the Rowing
The
ordinaries could only see, but I could feel her
She frowned
anger that pierced the poor heart
Had
voluntary brain but involuntary heart
Thus, could
not out pierced the frowned anger
The vision
pained the heavy and solitude heart
Sportsmen
never give up, so did I
Actors are
fake; the hearts of poets real
Being
Sanjana a proposal, conveyed herself to you
But the bad
stale situation had tarnished it
Choiceless
stood I and decided to compose you
Determination
and guts came from “Impossible”
As my eyes
saw “Impossible” as I’m possible
None can
stop the heart loving the bird
Hey dear,
Vicky still likes you!
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