If love was red , she was color blind..
She is taking her time..
Making up the reason…
To justify all the hurt inside…
She knows from the smiles..
And the looking of their eyes..
Even one got a theory about the bitter one..
She never keeps in touch…
I would fly to the moon and back….
If you will be mine ..
Got the ticket to the world..
Where we all belong.
She can’t remember a time..
When she felt needed..
If love was red,she was color blind..
All her friends they have been tried for treason..
Crimes that were never define…
Send a signal that she is hanging all her hopes on the stars.
For her , I would fly to the moon and back…
Dr.prasana Kumar Dalai