You… - Poem by Neel Apurbo
When I saw you very first time
I could realize you are Prime,
Rough wind picks up your nice hair
My heart tells me to go there.
Bright sky spread light on your eyes
These sights force me to tell lies.
You were that nice I can’t tell
Going far can get your sweet smell.
You’re mine you’re mine you are mine
Leaving me gone away its years nine…
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