Women Poem by Ahatisham Alam

Women



Being a man
I am always weak
About those who are called women
Their tears make me sad
Their beauty makes me mad
Their love is my weakness
I love this creation
She is the need of life
She is the charm of life
I often cry so much
You are woe-man...

Sunday, November 3, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: sad,weakness,women
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