Posted in Poem

What do I Mean To You & Why Are You Lucky To Have Me?

If my life was a bird,

You’ll be my wings to fly again.

If I was a disabled man,

You’ll be my support to stand again.

If my life was a song,

You’ll be the notes that people sing again and again.

If my life defined poverty,

You’ll be this poor man’s lottery.

 

I am not just lucky to have you,

Or a blessed soul to have met you.

You’re like, the cure to my illness,

the energy in my laziness,

The concentration in my carelessness,

And the fun in my seriousness.

 

You are, whatever you are, youre mine.

Cause without you..

I wont call what I am living,

“LiFE”

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I am just a software enthusiast, doing mechanical engineering from a government college, I love to write about things that intrigue which is mostly everything. I like to read a lot and game a lot. I like discussing about anything that interests a person, either me or the one im talking to as there is nothing more amazing than talking to a person who is excited and sharing something that makes them feel good.

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