Hope Of Poem by Jayakumar Krishnan

Came to you without your permission
You smiled on me
But me, a born square unto you
Now I feel I have nothing new to satisfy you!

Before the thunder burst out
I would like to leave,
to be forlorn again.
And now, I am going without your permission

Felt, all my uttering were futile,
Since you have made your mind ago!
Yea, just kidding me one and all,
as worthless!

I would be somewhere in the corner,
with the hope of
I shall be called back
But I know never.