I wrote these words to tell all my secrets about you. I told you not to exhort, appreciate nor pity too, but I hope you’ll read and take a heed; to all these words though, it seemed absurd. Do not despise these were all not lies; perhaps, for you it’s petty but for me it’s all a remedy.
Only in my poetry I could tell how much I need you. And it won’t easy to say, but this is my only way . O’ Please let me not forget you be insipid and undesired too; albeit,I’d still be forlorn for my being Lovelorn. You are the girl that I’m hoping for these were the words to my prayers I had implored. ‘Cause your love is all I want to see you is feeling exultant.
With the love beckoning I wrote all my feelings, Well I hope one day you’ll see every word that has been written in here. Sorry! for I have no strength telling the truth and all, but I can’t. But I always wanna be with you. Hoping someday will be true. Holding your hands and making you dance, embracing your heart so that we will never be apart And Only in my poetry I could say “I Love You” That’s Forever and always be.
Of splendid thrones of gold or treasures manifold Of jewelled caskets or lavish banquets Of Emirs and rajahs Of Sultan and Shahs Of kings and queens Of rulers and emperors Of sparkling crowns or flowing gowns Of their subservient stewards
Momma! I am your poem. From that mountain hole Too many pains left And from the island of the vexation A little pleasure on the journey twinkle They made a missiles I was fabricated just below your heart And I am
Unthinkable. Lithograph of a malaise. I cannot talk. Will you abandon the thought and care about the drowning dawn? The bandaged ego of the book threatens the reader. Come and solve the puzzle of poetry. Everything was quiet except the