He
He begins his day with my smile
Sending me a message and wishing “GOOD MORNING”.
He passes his day remembering the face of mine
Asking me to give his love.
He does not think of anything,
But wipes away all my tear,
All the day long I torture him,
But he treats me like a dear.
I give him sorrow of every kind,
But he takes them granted
Saying how much he loves me,
Giving me the care that I wanted.
I do love him with no regret
But he is the person I will never get.
Copyright © Ankita Acharjee | Year Posted 2015
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