It appeared as if my first love.
But was a mere illusion
The feels, the talks and even the songs
But never a fair fusion
We meet, relate, and liked each other
But severance was our fate.
A fortunate fellow wished you prior
And I was little bit late.
My dream of having an unseen love
My fair desire of sensing love
My charming tells n’ subtle songs
And feeling full of herald dove
All my fantasies and concepts
Misfits the urban mindscapes
Where dollar crafts the futures and
Feeling hearts are termed as wastes
You chose the way of worldly glory
You will gloom there lacking worry
With a Heart, free from delicate senses
So, I feel for you an immense “Sorry”
Mistress, I told you far prior
When you chose the urban attire;
You will gain every comfy lavish
With mind's spirit set on fire
You may no feel that I missed you
As I never hold or kissed you;
With each least smile and earnest tear
Of yours; is how I wished you
Alas, you will never realize me
Your cheap vision weak to price me
So, enjoy whatever you gained by
Trusting, Lusting and denying me
Since age, the world is facing the bash,
Moral or money, care or cash,
But far better was the globe before
The all upsetting urban dash
