Vishal Sharma

(10th july 1996/Samastipur (Bihar) / India)

You are the reason


Do you know why roses are red
and in autmn leaves of trees are shed

do you know why it rains
and when you are away, it pains

do you know what makes me smile
seeing whose face i can walk for miles

do you from where these winds come on earth
know i love you from the day i took my birth

do you know whey passion is so high
and know the person i cant withstand whose goodbye

do you know why stars are so charming
and our talk ignites fire so heart warming

do you know why i am feeling low
cuz i can't see your face as it blows

you know i know everything that you think
i know you say to me 'i love you too' everytime you blink

Submitted: Sunday, June 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
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