Poem: Precious to me

       

                                                                ‘Precious to me’

She was walking in the gallary of our college..

It was so nice that I wanted to capture the footage..

I looked at her eye, she has lost someone..

Seemed, she wanted to hold it, but swiftly became other’s obession.. 

 

Left her alone in an unending street..

I though to hold her hand, to release her pain..

I wanted her fly again like a butterfly..

To keep her sprit like a mountain high..

I spoke to her entire night..

She asked me to wait till the morning bright..

Her smiling face is a precious gift for me..

Nothing I felt more important, if she was inclined to me..

All of a sudden, I felt her so near..

Happy to think, my fate too have emotion and fear..

Now she is gone..

I pray to God, she might have found ‘that’ someone..

Who may cherish her like ‘none’..