The Girl Next Door

The Girl Next Door short poem

I gaze through my door expecting her arrival;

Wish she sees me for I am not her rival!!!

I stare her window, pretending to be innocent;

But her dad stares at me, through the balcony vent!!

Developing my fullest courage I waved a refreshing hi;

She never noticed; it was my unlucky try !!!!

Spring starts, she smiles and wishes me surprisingly;

Reply comes from behind… My mom reciprocates happily !!!

Few years passed… Me and she grew up quickly;

Yet if only to talk to her, pitying myself terribly !!!

Wow!! She came to me now with her baggage with a certain smile at me;

She is shifting her place, My wait continues – She gave a chit to me !!

Oh my god… She had been watching me all the years, reading my mind!!!

Acknowledging my longing for her, She bids Goodbye… to my wait !!

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A friendly cool and quite a responsible INDIAN with a Eco-caring and Socio-responsible feel and proudly from the "youth" community. I am deeply trying tomake animpactin whatever activities i take up.. I do blog, Pen some poems.. Basically I am driven by my Moods.. I do express whatever i feel.. and I AM WHAT I AM :)My personal blog: http://vaibhavsrinivasan.blogspot.com/ One with a friend of mine : http://yoothindia.blogspot.com/ For Tamizh poems of mine : http://blogthamizh.blogspot.com/
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