In the class
not focusing and just staring the glass,
because a reflection is there,
about which I care.
In this mob only this reflection sparks
I noticed the eyes which are dark,
as addictive as inviting.
It is too late to conceal,
feelings like a storm-hard to cease
this is just a reflection
turning into attraction.
An attraction-hard to resist
your image in my brain-always persist.
With you I want a never ending talk
besides you a walk.
Suddenly I was interrupted
"What are you doing?" a voice said
I looked there,I was distracted
the selection is not there anymore
"wish I could see that again" my heart said.
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Author:
Shruti64 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about a girl sitting in the classroom. She stares at the window of her classroom because there is a reflection of her crush. You can see her thoughts while staring at him in his reflection in this poem. At last her thoughts are interrupted by her teacher and when she looked back at the reflection he was not there anymore and he had just become her memory in the mirror.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
your poetry needs no explanation
if people don't understand, that's their problem
your writing is worded
in a very accessible and relatable way..
a lovely read, almost magical
thanks for sharing
Thank you, it means a lot
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