Crush

A personal list of liking someone,

Since childhood, except us, known by no one.

When we do not know what is, what,

In a confused state and what not.

The list grows as you age,

For having a crush, it’s not savage.

The good-looking next-door neighbour,

To our respected school teacher.

Every time we see them near,

Our heart pounds with fear.

Our hearts falling for someone is clear,

A feel-good moment which makes us happier.

Our blood pumps hearing their names,

It is all our emotional nature's games.

To avoid, some even call us brother/sister,

Hearing of which our hearts do shatter.

Some are like morning sunshine,

We can watch them without any whine.

A person who makes us happy with their presence,

It is not otherwise that many mistake, no offence.

We hide our heart for the world and its resentment,

Ignoring true feelings for someone is not imminent.

Like burying a joyous beating heart in the soil,

So, no one feels offended even when our blood boils.

Hesitation of the rejection,

It is the biggest crime of our generation.

Bound in these societal norms

And not showing our true forms.

As and when you age with maturity,

All the past seems funny and naughty.

End of the day all are good memories,

A flashback and reasons to forget our worries.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind