She Is My Girl Friend Poem by Amrit Pal Singh Gogia

She is my girl friend-17.9.15—7.18 PM

She is the one
The most beautiful girl
Moment she comes to me
I become mad
I try to hug her
But she never been a friend
She never comes to my arm
Then what is the charm?

She is the one
The most loving girl
I love her the most
Moment I express
She becomes sad
Bring tears in her eyes
That feels me bad
She never comes to my arm
Then what is the charm?

She is the one
The most caring girl
Takes care of the most
Always been a host
I give her a toast
She becomes a roast
That's my pain
She never comes to my arm
Then what is the charm?

She is the one
The most intelligent girl
Knows everything in hand
No cripples no band
Does everything at own?
Do I interfere?
She becomes torn
She never comes to my arm
Then what is the charm?

She is the one
Shy & cranky too
When I go to her
She feels shy
When I touch her
She use to cry
Don't touch me
Pitch becomes high
She never comes to my arm
Then what is the charm?

She is the one
Best friend at times
But no girl is there
How should I define?
She listens the most
And delivers the most
She holds my hand
Take all the concerns
Except one
She never comes to my arm
Then what is the charm?

How can I find both?
The girl & the friend
That's my pain
She never comes to my arm
Then what is the charm?

Still I love her the most
She is my girl friend

Poet; Amrit Pal Singh Gogia
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