I said:
My mind forbids
pinging you
but my heart doesn’t comply.
All they said was: “no pic, no reply.”
Pictures are not people;
People are not pictures.
Understand.
At least try.
All they said was: “no pic, no reply.”
We could make it meaningful,
deep, lasting and beautiful.
Let us take this beyond
the mere demand and supply.
All they said was: “no pic, no reply. ”
Together we could share
our lows and our highs.
We could laugh together,
maybe even cry.
All they said was: ” no pic, no reply.”
We could walk on the shore,
Collect shells, build castles.
We could gaze at stars
under a moonlit sky.
All they said was: “no pic, no reply. ”
We could do long drives,
musical nights, shopping sprees.
We could explore new eateries.
Heck! Even barbecue, bake and fry.
All they said was: “no pic, no reply. ”
Then time flew.
More impatient I grew.
I learnt my lesson by and by.
One fine day I too wrote:
“Golden rule apply;
No pic, no reply.”
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