I don't know it’s a full moon night
Or a black moon night
The
day I met her for the first.
We
started with a strike.
she
thought she was superior
And
tried to command me.
But
I didn't give up
And
gained what I wished for.
Later
I went to her
Without
an invitation.
She
played nice to me
And
I tried to being polite with her.
I
like her but I can't love her
Because
it's not a war to conquer.
I
am on the path of peace,
Don't
want to crack it
Because
she is a peace cracker.
Many
dawn and dusk moved away.
On
a cloudy day or a sunny day,
Once
again the fate fell on us.
We
met again with a smile.
She
was in green as the color of nature.
She
was being nice to me
But
still holds the smartness
Not
over as earlier.
Again
many nights were gone.
She
came to my mind and searched her.
She
laughed when she heard me.
She
told I am crazy
Is
I am crazy???
She
doesn't know me more than that two days,
Even
though she judged me as I am crazy.
If
I am crazy,
then
she is heavily over-smart.
If
I am not,
then
she is deeply over-smart.
Although
she still thinks she is perfect
And
she is on top of something.
She
is smart but overflowing
I
can reach her completely
but
I won't turn to that way,
because
she is a peace cracker.
She
called me crazy but still I like her,
Expecting
for another meeting
With
this over-smart lady,
Not
to love but to show
How
crazy I am...
Expecting
but not waiting
For
this over-smart lady,
Because
I don't have time
For
a little peace cracker...
I know that over smart lady broiiii.....
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