Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I refuse to give up. Should I give up as they all say, Hemp I have taken not ever, And yet I will keep loving you, Let them all call this my immaturity. If forever love is immature, so be it. Let her be engaged in her pursuit, Of infidelity, if she may want to be in, Venerable I may grow old waiting, Efforts put day and night I'll succeed. Yes, because I want to prove her wrong, Obviously for ditching me midway, Until maturation, she won't be waiting. King, she wants in future as her groom, Rarely she displays her efforts for that, Into her far-fetched dreams, she adds it, Possibly imagined chanced upon success, Interestingly she desires the eureka moment. Falsify all apprehensions I shall easily 'morrow, Obviously, that day still may be years away, and Right here I am staying in my shoes grounded, Especially I already am putting in that extra bit, Veer I shall never off this only road to success, Ends I shall definitely tie together if they are slack, Ringing your doorbell I shall be within few years.
0
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
Infallible Lover
I refuse to give up. Should I give up as they all say, Hemp I have taken not ever, And yet I will keep loving you, Let them all call this my immaturity. If forever love is immature, so be it. Let her be engaged in her pursuit, Of infidelity, if she may want to be in, Venerable I may grow old waiting, Efforts put day and night I'll succeed. Yes, because I want to prove her wrong, Obviously for ditching me midway, Until maturation, she won't be waiting. King, she wants in future as her groom, Rarely she displays her efforts for that, Into her far-fetched dreams, she adds it, Possibly imagined chanced upon success, Interestingly she desires the eureka moment. Falsify all apprehensions I shall easily 'morrow, Obviously, that day still may be years away, and Right here I am staying in my shoes grounded, Especially I already am putting in that extra bit, Veer I shall never off this only road to success, Ends I shall definitely tie together if they are slack, Ringing your doorbell I shall be within few years.
I leave it up to you whether to wait or not, my dearest fool. HP Poem #1324 ©Atul Kaushal
Atul
Written by
35/M/Indian
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem