Wrote this when I was 14, for a little competition at school:
If in whom you invest,
Your time and passion,
To harbour a bond.
In whom you confide,
Of whom you're so fond.
He turns a blind eye,
As if your woes are just a lie.
And turns a deaf ear,
When you most want him to bear.
Bear with your boring qualms,
Bear with your sorrow.
And he yawns, bored,
And wryly says "tomorrow"
You pass it all okay, but alone,
And good times do come back.
With good times back he comes again,
To say 'we're still jill & jack'.
How can he be so cool again,
How do you hide the remorse,
When your heart isn't a fine jelly,
But has doubts, thick and coarse.
If it was just all about,
Having a good time and some fun,
Wouldn't you rather open the fridge
And bite into harvest-gold-ka-bun.
p.s. : Its so yummy tasty, the bun.
And yes, this one is a poem.
WB Yeats ka naaati.