As I stared at that beauty on that evening of summer,
sitting over my bench I wrote a poem for her.
adjusting her lenses she asked queries of science,
and my crazy mind was pouring feelings in those lines.
I completed the poem; waited for sir to end,
and tried to pass her the poem when she did bend;
to pack her bag as we were about to leave,
and after class I saw her boyfriend named Steve.
At the stand then I met two little eyes,
the pupils did bind me in invisible ties.
Ans: He can be a good auditor, if his problems are really problems. Read on this spicy article by Suchet Kaushik, stating a positive approach and expectation from life.……
Random thoughts of a mind are very well written by a writer here. The poem is good so read on.….