CRUSH
By being in front of them, we feel like trash
Only for whom we do thrice a day brush
Just to see a glimpse of them, we always be in a rush
Poetic world has given them a name 'CRUSH'.
Crush could be anyone; friend, teacher or neighboring aunt
Thinking of them sometimes we forget to wear shirt and even pant
We want to breathe freely but in front of them we can't
In our daily life, their name is only thing we chant.
We fly over the world when she touches us
Our mind and body fully stretches up
I am not sure whether it is you or some drugs but
the dream of marrying you and making children chases up.
Crush is like some networks, i.e. unreachable
In the world, our personality becomes teasable
Getting you is like making a home run, but
it is not easy as we cannot compare you with baseball.
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