The ring with misplaced stone,
Your guitar pluck made of bone,
Wrappers of chocolates you once gave,
And envelopes of friendly exchanges.
Are not with me now..
coz i have thrown some of them,
and burned some of them.
Because they reminded me of you,
Because theyg made me weak,
Because they were not worth to be
in my wardrobe shelves.
The pages from my diary
with your talks in it,
are going to find themselves
in some municipal trashcans.
Shattered, crumpled, half-burnt.
Coz i hate distractions.
Coz it was all your game,
Coz you were a mistake.
Coz you are so much fake.
And someone else was into your ducts,
And i hate second hand products.
And someone else was into your ducts, And i hate second hand products. A well penned poem.
সুন্দর লেখা কথার মালা......And someone else was into your ducts, And i hate second hand products.......
......very nicely written...I can relate...I've been given very nice gifts by ones who were fond of me before...but then we have an argument and I gave the things away...now I wish I have them ★
Very nicely and aptly presented the poem 'Second-hand'. Best word choice. I like this poem. Many thanks dear Jenie, keep the ball rolling......10/10
I love this poem Jenie, full of the pain you felt at having been with a fake, you show how you feel in this write and so beautifully expressed!
There is a typo at the end of my comment before. Please read who wants to be you and not a next someone.
Yes, avoid second hand products like pest. I am sure there was some pain with it. But, it is all well-done and for the good, particularly when the person concerned is an indefatigable optimist like you who want you and not a next someone. Great. Again 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
I hate second hand products I like the way it was brought to that end. Hmmmmmm ..... how an any one blame you for anything, if it was like that? Nice write. I enjoyed.