I regret to met someone,
while passing through the road.
When he was just,
moving near a board.
The time he look at me,
I change my direction to above.
No, Shit !
I was not in his love.
I may failed,
twenty two times, I deem.
But yet I didn't get,
that power to asking him.
I never wanted to cried,
Whenever I tried.
But sometimes my friends come,
sometimes teachers,
or sometime his giant bodyguard,
what a dirty creatures !!
At last when I decided finally,
to ask for his number.
that his friend called him,
He's definitely a rotten cucumber.
©susmita.
S