Known Unknown Poem by Nitesh Sharma

Yesterday I saw her in a park, it was a holiday,

My tedious day got a spark, it turned into a holy day.

She looked so beautiful, she seemed perfect,

I look like a fool, yes I am infact.


Her figure was so nice, her clothes were so tight,

I look like mice, on me nothing hangs right.

I found hole in the heart, caused by her heel,

A wound that hurt, neither pray nor spray could heal.


I thought I should talk, but I was not confident,

My heart said should walk, and then she seemed confidant.

She was not a jilt, I thought she would accept,

My clothes weren't like gilt, what if she except.


I shall go with same attire, she won't look at exterior,

She would look at the fire, which is burning interior.

Proposing could not be fun, I thought I was not able,

I remembered saying of great Satan, 'to be weak is miserable'.


So I went to a shop, to purchase a rose,

Rose gave me a hope, hope to propose.

She seemed placid, I rose up my tune,

My rose seemed rancid, in front of her damn perfume.


She was heating hot and eyes were really sexy,

I am not an astronaut, but her eye ball seemed galaxy.

Color of her single parted hair, I know why she dye,

Because she doesn't care, whether millions people die.