Love Actually Poem by Krish King Nishanth

Do we have to be in those fields
Endless and tall grass, sunshine and moon
Can't love emerge from the cramp of a hostel room?

Do we have to fall from the falls
In slow motion and all?
Can't we confess our love over just another phone call?

Do Guitars have to string
And do bells have to ring
Can't I see you for the first time at a polluted traffic signal?

Should a pair of shaking flowers
And a switched off night lamp
Be the way we make out on the mattress damp

Do glasses have to break
And should the backstreet boys be given a chance
Can't a simple SMS end our brief romance?