The One Poem by Esha Sharma

Met him in the time of december,
his glance was like a silly memeber.
greeting eachother was like snowy winter,
as was busy staring him like a streetside prankster.

His talks with other memebers was funny,
& i thought, Oh my god! he is like a bunny.
talks were out of my interest,
indeed i was destresed.

His first stare was full of questions,
as i cud read his facial expressions.
We both were in the same situation,
as this was the way for a new formation.

the first together coffee,
which was as sweet as a toffee.

The first 'hello' when we were alone,
was like unknown, which still cant b blown.
thanks to the rapid fire round,
helped me to be found.

his last talks were fewer, however! !
felt he was the one to shiver me forever! !
'Bye' was the last word exchanged,
felt that something has changed.

He was the ONE,
the ONE who was near.
just meant for me,
not for the other.