What They Say

By Priyanka Mohanty

I asked the morning, if it loves me

It replied with a no, because it can see somebody

I asked the pretty flower, if it loves me

It denied , because it can see somebody

I asked the touching sunrays, if it loves me

Oh no my child, he is somebody else to see

I asked the evening stars, if they loves me

They told, Sorry my dear ; he is one and the only

I was sure it must be the moon

But my heart broke hearing something else soon

It was the night Lilly to whom he loved

I felt painful when I heard

But all of them said my about the one who loves me

He is in my eyes which glazed

His picture is in my heart fully raised

His love for me is more than everybody

Then I went to him and asked,

If he loves me.

He coldly held my hands, I felt it touchy

He regarded me as his lord

I was lost by his word

By Priyanka Mohanty