The Boy Poem by tabasom azadee
The Boy
The boy who calls me “ my darling”
I want to forget him
The boy who wanted my hands
I want to forget him
The boy who writes poem for me
I want to forget him
I don’t want to know his sence
But I know!
I don’t want to see him a again
But I m sure that will happened over and over
Because he is our nephboor
And he don’t know there is some one else in my heart
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5/3/2024 1:07:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Perfect poem but very thought-provoking, but I have enjoyed very much, fantastically written