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23/04/09
You can never buy
This is what it is to enjoy
When they make me toy
They call me at their home
Then feelings are kept to fry
They make me feel to shy
They take my hand to their chest
They say there’s nothing to destroy
They miss me day and night
It takes me high and keeps me fly
They act what comes in my mind
They serve me that I don’t deny
They want to keep me happy
They want no one let me annoy
Their love is, my living now
This keeps me all day in the sky
What she has for me in her heart
That’s what you can never buy
S. A. A. Zahid,
From Mansehra Hazara,
Pakistan
there are things that can't be bought..one is love, other is love and the rest is love...grace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very nice poem from you 10+++