You are not for me
He is the man with the boyish grin
And the naughty glint in his dark eyes
The one with the dimpled cheeks
And stubborn chin
Yes he is the one who stole my heart
How dashing he looks in his tuxedo tonight
His eyes searching mine
The sudden stubborn hardness of his jaw
Whispering to the beauty at his side
The harsh words with which we parted
He called me a whore
For unwanted attention received
Roses and bouquets thrown at my feet
Still he is the one with a different partner every night
I stand proud for I'm not of his kind
For I love who I am
Who needs a man like that after all?
Men, they're just a waste of time
For now I will enjoy walking the ramps
‘Coz I'm still young
Have the world at my feet
And Aunty May as my chaperone
Dashing as he is
I would much prefer someone who is humble and kind
For now I am contented and at peace
With whom I have become
Roshan Mumtaz
23/06/09
poem by Persian Khushi
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