I Am Not Mean To Be Loved Poem by mithilesh yadav

I am not able to be loved
Yes i am not coz i look ugly

You are so beutyfull
Nicely adorned you ever look
I am dressed in old fashion of my father
Like never i could be able for you

Yes i accept it A Truth
You are godess of gold
I wore rusted iron folds
You are free to fly in sky
I have many promises in my holds

I lie on the ground
Where you rarely keep your feets
Your voice is swift and clear
Like a church bell, my heart beats


Yes i am not mean to be loved
I am not coz i am engaged

I am engaged in promises of my mother
You are free to choose and leave
I am responsible for my fathers care
You are free to dance and dare

You are godess of prosperity and
happiness
Smiles on my face are very rare...

Yes i am not mean to be loved
I am not.... Coz i love.....

I love my father my mother my sister
I love... Love you a lot
But this love can't afford luxury for you
I can only love love till i leave.....

Yeahhh. I am not mean to be loved
I am not coz you will leave me living till i leave