::- We Boys -::

It does not matter
Who the Girl is,
What matters to me,
Is with me she speaks.

I can laugh with her
At her silly jokes
And blunder mistakes,
And would hurry too,
To wipe her meagre tears.

I remember their birthdays
And call them at exact clock,
And gift them the rare poster,
Or sometimes designer wallclock.

Do not think please
That am being cheap,
Or stretching the fact,
Perhaps, thats the way we boys are;
I think.

No wonder there are exceptions.

By-Vinod