How good could it have been?
Just imagine
There is me
There are you
Back of a horse
And one hell of a view
Neighs and crashes
And you smile askew
There is nothing more in the world
I could want
But just a few more moments
In the light drizzle
With you
Then your hair flew back
The ends poked my cheeks
And shut my vision
Oh! It got wry
So, I open my eye
And now when I see the world
It is so dry
There is a photo of us on the wall
And here sits a man
Who couldn’t stop but cry
Funny how things change
It gets all bitter
Wet with the tears
Your last letter…
Harshit Rajpal Says 