Maybe the fire wasn’t enough
To keep things burning.
And it required just a puff
For which both were yearning.
But my heart wasn’t cold
As I am told
Over & over again.
Maybe you’ll get married
To a rich man, one day.
And I’ll be just another.
If in some gathering
Our eyes meet, yet again…
Or we do cross each other,
I expect to see that familiar touch.
But nothing too much
To attract everyone’s attention.
Nor do I want a mention…
Of the acquaintance we had,
The times we spent
And how we were mad!
In Love…over & over again.
-Nandish Malhotra
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
Maybe the fire wasn’t enough
To keep things burning.
And it required just a puff
For which both were yearning.
But my heart wasn’t cold
As I am told
Over & over again.
Maybe you’ll get married
To a rich man, one day.
And I’ll be just another.
If in some gathering
Our eyes meet, yet again…
Or we do cross each other,
I expect to see that familiar touch.
But nothing too much
To attract everyone’s attention.
Nor do I want a mention…
Of the acquaintance we had,
The times we spent
And how we were mad!
In Love…over & over again.
-Nandish Malhotra
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