Your Pretty Look
It's every one climate of your body.
Goes down in to my heart.
How can I tell you my heart's feeling.
My heart wants you so much.
The magic of your black dwarf
twins stole my happiness.
Seeing you,the mind tells me.
Why do not you become of mine?
This laugh of your face also
lures me into my sleep.
How can I tell you my pain?
Why do not you becomes,my medicine now?
Copyright © Kishan Sharma | Year Posted 2018
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