THE PROPOSAL
Thee drive me crazy , thee drive me mad , Thy looks so intense , which makes me sad . No matter, I do smile at you, Coz you so fresh as the morning dew. What are we? Was a question from me, But you the one who always flee . Thy hair so dark , so dark so black , Right in the middle, of my heart they smack. Eyes like crafted so sharp so nice, Curve of thy lips which is so precise . What more could ail I, in my life ? Like thee stabbing my soul with a knife . I’ll be standing at the gate of thy heart, With in hands, a fresh sweet tart. Don’t make me stand their, till the autumns end, Or else I have to make some minor amend . Not only thee, even I have a choice, I have a life which resembles rejoice . It’s not a decision to make in a hurry , But once you make it, you barely have to worry. Coz, Thee driving me crazy, thee driving me mad… "Paridhi" you will always be among the few people who inspir