By-Tanishka Sidhwani


To the first thought of him up in the morning,

To the smile when I think of him,

To the joy that while talking to him,

To the butterflies when he comes near,

To the tears when I remember him,

To the sadness while not meeting him for a day,

To the hopes of him messaging in the night,


To the love that I feel for him,


Do you feel the same or is it only me?



This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn

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