This poem is about one's incomplete love story.
|When I saw you for the first time in the school,
Then I became a romantic fool.
I could not tell you about this,
Even you could not understand it,Miss.
After the long three years of waiting,I proposed you,
A small line of love was drew.
In my life I only said you the three magical words,
You declined to accept me at first.
But,at the bus-stand,you accepted my proposal,
I became too happy and so emotional.
Even though our love could not happen perfectly,
Because,we could not design the bricks of our love's house correctly.
You always said to our love,"It's Impossible.",
According to me,our love was incomparable.
Now we are separated,
Even today I don't understand,to you was I wanted?
I think,you are now feeling so good,
Trust me Radhika,even now you are with mine every mood.