Platonic Game Poem by Asif Andalib
Platonic Game
Now you are bored and tired
Of this platonic game
But I don’t blame you, baby
Cause it’s my fate; it seems!
The partition of unbreakable glass
That keeps us apart
Reminds us how helpless we are
Every time we want to make love!
Now your love seems to fade out
Like your favorite dress
Worn in rough weather
Everyday!
And I know for sure
You are gonna throw it away
You lured me to come and play
But it went in vain!
All of my flying kisses
Have lost their way
Because of the difficult journey
Through desert, jungle and mountain!
great poem asif...there is sadness but still very passionate, sweet and romantic....expressed great emotions on platonic game, platonic love.but you have also expressed it as.divine love.even though there's desire.....loving without seeing...10 for this....you're a versatile writer asif...more power...
wornout love like the dress she wears and ur kisses losing their way.......wow! nice imagery and a beautiful write altogether!
It is a great poem. Sad because I could sense the desperation in your words for the plea of something real. Keep up the good work. Please comment on my new one, Imagination that became destiny
So you've been having a platonic love for a pretty long time, huh?
another beautiful and deep write Asif with so much pain in it....i liked it thanks
hey asif, platomic game, what can i say, i have to agree with greenwolf about the focus of the poem but i beleive that is essential to the spirit of the poem, thank you for the read..... good work keep it going
Commendable work...Structurally mellifluous...Intruiging storyline.Solid Penning. F j R
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 4:25:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A game of desires and passion, loosing its chain in the journey of rough roads...brilliance in piece. a 10.