It's not my fault

This was something I picked up from the bag in which my breakfast came in. The poem took me back to my school days where some of us were very mischievous, thought I should give some credit to the author by publishing it in my blog.

Waiting for a reply

Some replies are sweet
Some are short
Some leaves us hope
Some disappointment

LOST

He gets visitors
Visitors from unknown
Quite many a day
So has lost his count
Parts of him too

Status

He has one
They belong to one
She has one
I belong to another

Experience

Mother’s love
Father’s care
Teacher’s guidance
Elder’s blessings

A Missed Call

I give one when I think of her
Have nothing to say
But like the company
So gives a missed call

years passed by

They were a perfect match
Silent moments in classes
Wondered on the streets
Holding hand by hand

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What do we write?
Fancy blocks of lines
Our experiences
In words, could be