Nine Thousand Ninety Nine Poem by Aftab Yusuf Shaikh

Nice number you chose to hurl,
Nine thousand ninety nine,
I don’t even know that many girls!
But if you say I had affairs;
For your pleasure, its fine!

Quite a playful one I must be,
To have switched names for my heart!
So tiring has this journey been,
I fail to fathom where I made the start!

But in spite of all
Accusations,
To you I say,
What I uttered never before.
-I need you as I need to breathe,
I want you by me as a friend;
You are the one,
My final number one,
Who is an equal to the past nine grand!