Sweet Heart


I will never forget of all the things she has done for me

Just those trivial stuffs

Saving me a seat on the bus

Tying my shoelaces and taking my blames upon herself



Now the years have rolled and both of us has matured

Even now, when she is beside me

I am still the little kid

Waiting to get her hands of support


She is my alibi. She is my punching bag.

She is my friend. My sweet heart.



Self-composed:
Saptarshi Dutt
20.11.2008