It was raining…

the day I met you

streets were slippery wet

the sky was not blue

wind was making a bet

on a girl who was wearing red.

……………………………………..

You greeted me with fake smile

and politely asked me for my heart.

I said “No” cos mine is fragile

You walked away with a laugh

I never know that was a lie.

……………………………………

Day after days, you waited me

at the same place we met.

Caring me and making me see

that your heart is purely red.

At last, I believed that you could be,

my dream prince, who I will wed.

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It was raining…

the day you left

in victorious way you laugh

and give me something back,

my fragile  heart

which is now broken apart.