When people read, What I have written, What I have expressed, In my poems, They think that I am heart broken, That I have had so many, Love failures. And to all those who thought that, To all those said that to me, To all those who asked me, Who is that boy, I would ask you read it again. What I don't get is, Why should everything be about a boy? Yes I have experienced, Being immensely loved, But that love, Not necessarily be from a boy, Who loves me romantically. Whenever I would see someone in their phone, Talking to their beloved, And whenever I was bored, There was my beloved who would entertain me for hours, They are the sole reason, Behind my laughter, And the light in my eyes, And that beloved could be anyone, It could be my parents, Or my sister, Or my best friends, Or even my grandparents. So I will repeat again, I'm not heart broken, I am absolutely fine all alone, By myself, Without having any obligations, To anyone but a few. All my favourite poems are all, About th...