Steps left to be taken
There was a time when, In the crowd of hundreds,
My eyes searched for his presence.
Well one fine morning, the same breeze of love flew again,
And spooked me up with a sudden glare.
There was standing that forgotten critter,
Who left me crying and frittered like minute tatters?
Tears started rolling down as glitters,
When the eyes met unfortunately to that creature,
Then started a war between heart and mind,
To not look there and walk blind.
As instructed, I did the same,
That day I realized; the heart won the game.
The game of forgetting him