It’s not a token of pyaar
It’s just a game to be played at the bar
It’s not a token of miss
Just a sweet little kiss
From all the bottoms up on our first meet
Drinking from those plastic glasses was our need
Crossing our hands into each other for every shot
Do you remember we even lost the count of bottles it seems
Those stairs on the terrace felt like the perfect place for our first kiss
But oh damn, wait, I could barely keep my hands away from your wrist
From the terrace to the balcony and even to the pool side
I just wish to know you more and stand by your side
It’s not a token of love
Just a memory to remember by
It’s not a token of bye Just some wishes for a fresh new sky.
Anuja Pandey 