She broke up with me

The first day of college,
That was the first time I saw her.
So beautiful and charming,
That was a moment to remember.

She entered the class,
All the boys were staring at her,
It felt like love at first sight,
She was looking hotter than the Sun in summer.

A few minutes later,
The professor entered the class,
He started taking the attendance,
There was a sheet on which we had to sign and pass.

I couldn't guess her name,
I knew very few of my classmates,
We had to sit in alphabetical order,
And this system really irritates.

Then, she introduced herself,
Her name was Jennifer.
I felt like jumping from my seat,
And sitting next to her.

One day, she came and sat besides me,
Since she was being harassed behind,
"May I sit here?" she asked,
In a tone, so soft and kind.

The whole class stared at us,
They wondered how I got her company,
In a few weeks we became good friends,
All the boys stared at me with jealousy.

It was Rose Day,
When I had proposed to her,
She was quite content,
But in the journey of love, I was a beginner.

She confessed about her past relations,
And said they weren't suitable,
She tried to divert her mood after a breakup,
But those moments were unforgettable.

She was from a rich family,
And I was an ordinary boy,
She had huge demands,
Some of them would really annoy.

I felt sad that,
I couldn't fulfill them,
I didn't have much money,
And that was a problem.

She wanted a sapphire necklace,
We went window shopping once,
And since I could do nothing, except help her in her studies,
She got bugged with me and left the place.

I apologized to her the next day,
But she was worried,
As to how her parents would accept me,
And it would be useless to stop her from getting married to someone of their choice.

We had lots of fights over shopping,
It felt disgusting,
I wish I was earning,
So that I could help her in purchasing.

The argument reached its core,
Too difficult to handle it,
We started ignoring each other,
And then decided to split.

Oh! How I miss her so badly,
Her scent I feel all around me,
Now that she has gone away,
I keep thinking of her night and day.

From: 
Mumbai, India




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ABOUT THE POET ~
I love writing poetries and articles. I have made writing as a passion. I want to become a journalist in future. Some of my articles have got published in the Inbox section of Hindustan Times. I am looking forward to publishing my poetries and articles.


Last updated May 19, 2014