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Aayush Tiwary Poem
The paradigm of endearment,
less expressed, less explained.
Our tales of delusion,
Prattles of “what ifs”.
What does a man want?
A healthier morning,
more loving than nights,
pointing constellations and
wishing to countless meteorites.
attention is what, a man always thrives,
“thou beauty”,” thou cheeks”,
my beauty, your life.
Put hand in my hand,
and greet me with a kiss,
I love you a lot... miss….
Copyright © Aayush Tiwary | Year Posted 2024
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