Sweet Words

“Prisoner of thought” as I am The adulthood is fought Craving for good companion “If I get one for permanent union” I am craving sincerely I review near yearly When spring knocks the door I feel lost soul as poor I have read about fairy As child I used to remain dreamy Look at sky and dream for one The thought remained thought and came none Now I am young and real brave I have dreams so simple crave Not run after to fulfill but think Seriously over it try to bring an end What she will be really looking like? Red cheeks, smiling eyes and ready to fight No, no, I want to brush aside that idea off Go to corner and silently laugh I want to hear sweet words From someone’s mouth to look forward In the real world of honorable people Who want to avail peaceful life with sweet struggle?