Don't Make Me

Don't make me your compulsion
I want to be propulsion to you.

Don't make me your sympathy
I want to be telepathy to you.

Don't make me your good deed
I want to be pure greed to you

Don't make me your refuse
I want to be of use to you.

Don't make me your distress
I want to be of interest to you.

Don't make me your deep freeze
I want to be warm breeze to you.

Don't make me yours at all
If I am none of these to you!

(c) Smita
21/11/07