Poem no.2

Ok.This poem aint about me.I just happened to make it up at 2 in the morning.post ur comments and feedbacks.

Lemme tell u a story,
It aint fine nor hunky-dory.

The other day,
I was sitting by the bay,
Soham happened to come my way.
I pronounced "I'm in love",
He laughed and gave me a shove.
He asked "Whats her name",
I replied"i dunno,but she plays that game",
"the one with the ball",
"croquet,i think its called."
We went to the arena and there she was,
Laughing,smiling and striking the ball.

That was the past,now for the present,
She's still in my dreams,happy and effervescent.

It was cold-blooded murder,
She was blown asunder,
It was her last stop,
She was about to get off.

She died in the mumbai blasts,
all i ask is for u to pay ur respects,last.