A Romantic Biography

 

A Romantic Biography

 

The more I look at my face

The more I become nostalgic

 

I lived well, yet never enjoyed it

There were so many ifs and buts

 

Whoever knows me better

Would admit it certainly

 

I know few women, like me still

I know they even regret it more

 

Too many stories in circulations

With fabrications beyond truths

 

Too many people believe them

Too many people like them more

 

And those few women, on mobile

Or often in usual social gatherings

 

Keep distance with smile in eyes

With concerns over my well-being

 

Still, I prefer them more than anything

Still, I enjoy being left alone in my way

 

The more I look at my face

The more I become nostalgic

 

The more I think about me

The more I feel confident

 

The more I recall everything

The more I rejoice most…

 

©SriSuvro

Sunday, December 28, 2025