My Love “first & Last” - Poem by khushboo gul
I fell in love with a boy
Everyday to each other we started to say Hi.
We came so close to each other
Not able to see any other.
We became more than a friend
Costly and precious gift, he started to send.
On his shoulder, my head I laid,
Seems like for each other, we are made.
Whenever with him, I am in other phase.
In his eyes find the calmness of the bays.
We were perfect for each other, we think.
Just stare at each other without a single blink.
We got indulged in the world of fantasy,
Earth to sky, Flowers to Leaves, seems to be dancy.
Those days were most memorable.
The love disease is non curable.
He is still with me, everywhere.
Can feel his sensual smell in the air.
He is my love, “First & Last”.
This is the beautiful story of my past.
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