Best Person Of My Life... Poem by Ishant Bhurani

Where is she?
I am here, see.

I am searching her in the world,
but everyone hurled.

Thinking about her along the staircase,
A thought came, does she really cares?

Days passed, and one day I found her,
but she ignored me saying she hates loser.

I was lost in deep sadness,
crying on my madness.

Decided to move on without her,
Suddenly saw a coffin in silver.

It was her, died because of cancer,
left a lot of questions to answer.

She left me so that I could forget her,
But she forgot I can't forget my dear.

Still, the things are same,
But without her it's like a fake fame.

Never will be able to forget her,
always, as best person of my life I will refer her...