Walking down the street;

I saw a girl ,in high spirit;

Lovely,cute,beautiful whatever  you say;

Neither enough to describe her,nor  her play.

Then arrives a *bieberish boy;

In a flash of second,he arrives,

because of his speed,which his bike provides;

The girl greets the guy, Full of zeal  for a ride.

But the guy got down.

holded her hands with happiness,

Moved towards a  restaurant.

Girls like coffee I guessed,but went totally wrong,

When  the pair cheered vodka   spirited in sprite.

I  paused to watch the play,

Was it love or something else at display?

Don’t make predictions,let me tell;

What exactly happened at the hell.

Can you guess what happened next?

I can’t tell,nor can write any text.

They came after sometime,

But what ?neither was that spirit nor that sprite.

Why did the love vanish?

May be because that indian was English.

The girl was depressed;

Because She was suppressed.

The same night,she decided to quit,

Because her heart had split.

She went on her roof,

Because she felt like a goof.

She was about to jump,

But someone shouted from above.

“look at me,look at me,

Why don’t you love me?

I will never betray  you;nor leave you alone;

Try me atleast once.”

She looked above,but declined.

“you are always away,the little sook”

The moon smiled brighter,

Said in a laughter-

“yeah,I can’t meet you,

Nor can I communicate,

Because I am not a sook;

You are the sook ,having a facebook”

Girl got calmed,moon continued-

“love doesnot need care,poor girl,

Nor does it need a mortal,

love is only a feeling,

under which you were not reeling.

Don’t jump,you have to climb,

Love me dear,and try to find.

A day will come when you will meet me,

If your love is true and bright”

The girl got the point;

She looked at the sky,

The moon ,stars were fading;

drops of dew had wet her cloak;

Gentle breeze sweeping ….

It was a gentle morning.

*bieberish- physical appearance like justin bieber