You met me after some two months and

I almost managed to keep my heart

From beating funny and

Keep my hands from fumbling or fidgeting with my hair

And I almost took down every poem

I wrote for you on my stupid, juvenile blog

But nevertheless you did something that

Made my heart beat tumultuously when

Your cavernous eyes pierced into mine and

You pushed me towards the left,

Stepping ahead of me while the

Cars sped from the right and my

Hands camatosely found the sleeve of

Your cardigan, the very one that made

Your shoulders look so broad and

Push myself towards you

For your radiating comfort

Guess, I wasn’t over you.

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~Nida Khan

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