Love Lorn Poem by iluv u much

As i walk on the path
i met with well-being lady
which is whiz-kid and faddy
Neither, she have a frog in her throat.
Nor, she have a take for a ride,
on the face of her
i see the fact of life,
Which i makes feather in my cap.

As the days gone,
i make a great play of affection,
Which is true and vivid.
then, she leave me in the lurch,
which is painful and shell-shock.
She stick in her guns.
And she gust and gone
keeping me at the low ebb
And making me lovelorn
Again, she do not come to grips with........
Indra Baniya....
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