Missing Memory Of Her (Myself On 18th Aprail) Poem by Prashant saxena

I'm here,
She's there,
but,
I miss her every where,
Miss her eyes like the star,
Always in mischief to play a war..
I always dream to be with her,
See her walking in beautiful fur,
I know that the day is n't very far,
when together we shine like the
star,
But to achieve destiny not an soft
like a dove
History advocated how many
crush in battle for love
Many loose the battle in the shore,
but the ratio of winners is always
more,
Family, brother and foremost
caste,
But the race will win by energy of
true love
THOUGH ATLAST