Sorry, I Mistaken you

By Bhuvanesh Arya

Through the things you left,

And the things I theft,

A diary and a pen,

When the clock past ten,

I read the things unknown,

The past that is not flown,

And I’m sorry.

Sorry! I mistaken you.

Untold, Unveiled, the other,

The other face of that leaf,

In the autumn, which fell down,

Swerving relations of all around,

Wet, not by the rain drops,

But of the tears flown,

And I’m sorry.

Sorry! I mistaken you.

The promises you made,

You are holding all the same.

If Put little things aside,

I'm in your life still alive,

You haven't changed yet,

No withering, making all perfect.

I want to say "I’m sorry,

Sorry! I mistaken you”.

May with monsoon arrival,

Everything go beneath the sand.

Only you, me and the diary,

Both holding our breath,

I make love to you,

And make you mine.

You listen me, and I say,

Sorry! Sorry! I’m sorry!

Now I won't mistake you ever in my life.

By Bhuvanesh Arya