I don’t knw what you want
I hope its me
I hope its me
In the night when you sleep
When you sleep, When you dream
There is a face that you see
I hope its me
I hope its me
When you think you’re caught
When all hope is lost
The thought that lets you free
I hope its me
I Hope its me
When you are in a bad mood
Nothing seems right
Those eyes bring you glee
I hope its me
I hope its me
When that D-day comes
When you say I will
Someone on his knees
I hope its me
I hope its me
I don’t knw what you want
I hope its me
I hope its me
6 comments:
Vow!!...robin bhaiya ur an excellent poet..:)
thanks a lot garry... :)
That's a terribly sweet poem!
U need to teach a little more of this romanticism to your fellow bloggers ;) especially those who have any association with the love-filled hills that speak to the lovelorn plains of your city ;)
PS: Although I'd like to say 'I hope its me' if someone else wrote it, who's saying that to you ;) :P
care to spill the beans?
lol...thanks a lot "sidra" :P and well...the certain comments on some blogs speak a lot against the apparent lack of romance u r talkin abt...n why don't u ask the fellow blogger himself abt my inspiration..he ll spill the beans for me which i think he must already hav :)
btw forgot to ask....who's this one dedicated too, seems too beautiful for it not have a 'S'pirited inspiration ;)
PS: http://brijendersingh.blogspot.com/2011/03/sidra.html?showComment=1307977593982#c1191573445186266080
u got it bang on target miss baidwan...why is ur query so similar to sidra's....ur r too alike :P
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