DRUNK WITH HIS

THOUGHTS

The clock stuck 6am, ‘Another day to love him’, I delight.

“Good Morning, baby” I whisper to the breeze,

which float miles away to convey my note with a kiss.

I bet he wakes up with a smile everyday!

 

As I take a bite of my early meal, ‘Did he eat?’,

As I arrive at my college, ‘I hope he reached on time.’

A long pause so I listen to the lectures but then

A hiccup-‘Did he think about me?’, it starts all over.

 

I blush, I smile, ‘How could he grow flowers in my stomach?’,

I dance with grace, ‘I carry a radiant smile in my heart!’,

Though I mewl with a void hug. But next second,

‘No, cheer up! He lives in you.’ She says.

 

I ask to his picture, “How was your day, darling?”,

His eyes would say, “Colourful!”.

So it’s finally night, ‘Another dream to love him’, I elate.

And that’s how the erratic girl is drunk with his thoughts.