It’s an Old Romantic I say,
She waits for him like a classic.
She talks to him until his status shows Online
Suddenly that disappears, and he leaves with it.
It’s a classic; she says, with just her talking.
It’s so simple like this
No quarrels, No arguments.
There are things to lose here as well.
There’s no room for the flattery conversations
Few days she’s luckier, he stays back longer than expected
Some other times, she sleeps grumpy!
There are some hours; she’ll talk to him,
Sharing all that this cruel world would do
Some other times, she’d just gaze
Gaze at his picture with a thousand thoughts running by,
Sometimes to gaze at his picture, with an empty mind.
Won’t you call it a Classic? Or an Old Romantic?
Or just let me believe that.
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