Spot Of Bother Poem by Shweta Patke

You think I am ordinary, I really don't mind
You are always special to me you are my soul you are my man

I think of you day in day out
I am surely an ordinary woman present, out there in the crowd

I surely do ordinary things like each lover does
I pray for you
I crave for you
I care for you
I cry for you
I fight with you
I make love to you
I fight with the world to be in a tie with you
You call me selfish maybe that is also true

I am sure you need a fairy with a special touch and a special goal
I am just a patch of mistake who tarnished your soul
I tarnished your soul.....