Sayeed Abubakar

Gold Star - 14,200 Points (21 September 1972 / Jessore / Bangladesh)

A Supreme Slave - Poem by Sayeed Abubakar

Every day I swear:
I won't ever let her enter my heart.
But breaking down my resolve,
the foolish phone
reaches her number every day.

Lover is he who laments every moment
laying down his heart
beneath his beloved's feet.

Truly, love makes a man
a perfect coward
and a supreme slave.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and friendship, love and life, satire, satire of social classes


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  • (3/5/2016 12:57:00 AM)


    Excellent idea! Really it is a strange feeling and certainly true (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 8, 2016


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