Md. Ziaul Haque
She - Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque
She likes me,
I don't know why,
The way stares she,
My heart promptly does fly!
Perhaps she is a mystery,
And remain so until the end,
Since decoding the inscrutability,
Candidly I do not intend!
Perhaps my heart loves the haziness in her,
Perhaps this does indicate the nature of nature!
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