There is this girl Who calls me up, When she needs someone to talk to, Then ask me, how much I know her, To tell her this, I don’t have a number. Down the memory lane of silly things, Together we take a walk. Just to ask one another, ‘ Did I hurt you?’ After every small talk. She listens to my silly poems, Like none has done, Jokingly she says ‘I obliged you’, But, I know she’ll still be next to me, When there is none. She teases me with some girl, And drives me insane, I begin to shout at her, I give her sadness and gift of pain. Why I always hurt the person, Whom I never want to be sad. She still would be with me, At all times, good or bad. She calls me Mister YES, I can’t even agree now, Cos that would mean, Again a Yes. The truth is NO is the last thing, I want to say to her. I want to tell her so much, Every moment is memorable. When she is with me, I love being with her, Cos with her I am just ME