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Dec 2014
I was that kid who used to get confused in an ice cream shop,
And repented for not choosing other flavours & colours after choosing a favorite flavour.

I was that kid who used to get confused choosing his birthday cake,
And repented for not choosing other attractive flavours & shapes after choosing one flavour.

I am that guy who got confused choosing his career,
And repents for not having chosen some other appealing & prospective streams.

But...

I am that man who knows only how to repent,
After making choices very wrong in my not-so-personal life anymore.

I gifted her a personal visit on her birthday three months back,
She gifted me a breakup for my birthday.
Was being with me so difficult even from a distance?
Could you not wait until our careers had completely set in place?
Could you not wait even until my birthday on 23rd of December had passed peacefully?

You always do that, I would neither forget nor forgive you for the selfish and self-centered way you have chosen.

Moreover, you refuse that you're a kid, but only kids breakup.

I am that old man who has only got disappointment and pain in his life that have made him tired of his life.

My HP Poem #706
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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