The you who missed that day,
the street where you turned away,
I even now wait for that bus,
In which I met you on one fine day,
love to wait now, that I used to hate some day,
wait for the time ,when you got away,
still look for you on those roads,
that same 6 o”clock evening time,
would get you on date again one day,
know it well that you are not following my steps ,
still moving on till my last time,
all those fights on petty excuse,
make me smile all your abuses,
still feel your fingers across my back,
its Daydreaming to get your lips on my neck.
This poem was written/submitted by amit august.