You Are My Galaxy Poem by Ashirul Mondal

When you return from parlor you look artificial.
You are not like that.
In my third eye you are natural.
That's your beauty.
I hate maladministration.
I found bad perfume when you return.
Your sweat is much better than Arabian perfume.
The black spot on your upper lip is really different.
Don't hide it.
Its attraction calls to come closer.
Your eyes have no eyeballs,
But its beauty is much better than who have.
I know you blind to others.
But I know I am blind to me.
Without your light, I am blind.
Sun rays are weak to your beauty.
Moon light is deep to you.
You are inspiration to stars.
You are my galaxy.

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