The parents chosen him a bride from a remote village.
Like his next door tailor friend
he thinks the measurements of her bust, waist and hips.
He inquires his mother' Mom! does she loves me forever?
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Your writing, your words, are writen from a fine hand, this is a complex subject and will be debated for much time to come Thankyou for sharing your art Love duncan X
Very poignant write. I felt sad for the boy when I read it. But once again, an excellent poem, Nimal.