THINGS REMAIN UNREAD !
You tread this way everyday
I often meet you on your way
In silence we speak together
Feelings said but a few unsaid
And cherubic smile on your lipsSome haughtiness in loving ireThe butterfly and flower can’t play
You must have penned those thoughts
Might have torn them apart many a time
You’re bashful in front of your friends
Things of two hearts remain unread.