Treasure Island

anshuman gautam


FAKE


The laugh you see on my face,
the smile you see in my shade,
all you think alright, but is fake.

you see me present in the class,
you find me talking to friends with ease,
you think i forget you, but it is waste.

you see i don't talk to you for a single moment,
you think i don't appreciate you,
you think wrong, all these things i do in every phase.

every second i talk to you,
every scene i see through your eyes,
every breath i share that you inhale,
but except all these things you see...
You see, ..is fake. i know.

from morning till leaving you,
you find me busy in myself,
but all is fake.....i search in me, only..&. only you...........

Submitted: Monday, April 21, 2014

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during my M.B.B.S..................

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