Buying Love. - Poem by Hardik Vaidya
What is your price I ask?
How much for your love.
1 Million? 2 Million? 3 Million?
But of course USD.
Why are you silent?
Are you expecting a Billion?
That's too much, way too much.
Not that you aren't worth it.
I won't give that much.
I am not that stupid.
It's not for sale?
Are you ill?
Do you need help?
Are you dead?
Okay you think I am bankrupt?
Will a solvency certificate do?
Why are you walking away?
I cannot understand your silences.
Men cannot understand silent communication.
Okay you don't want to trade love for money.
If not money then what?
Why are you running away?
Men don't understand these things.
Why don't you just talk instead.
Okay kool it.
let's be rational.
I am here to seek your love.
What do you want.
I don't mind her leaving.
I don't mind her refusing the deal.
She tred on my flowers no problem.
She ran over my heart with her stilettos, no problem.
She never said no I don't love you, but never said I love you.
Never with here eyes, woman talk a lot of non sense which men never hear.
So what's a idiot supposed to make of it.
Still No problem.
But at least shake hands before you leave.
Wash them later with a antiseptic, yes I do dig my nose.
And I don't have a problem.
Men don't understand silences.
Men don't understand tears.
Idiotic men faint at tears.
Just as frail humans faint at a mosquito bite.
And some times they don't understand yes and no right away.
Because they are busy looking into your eyes.
Because men are men and men are fools.
But thank you for peeping in.
A woman who needs nothing from me.
And from whom I got a life time.
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