english is back again...
but there is 'un petit problem'
i cant name my poems anymore...the reason ?
well i have written it in one poem of mine as well..and yeah you might have guessed that doesnt have a name as well!! okay enough of bhumika..here is the poem..
don't ever presume
even less assume
about what i think
or what i think about
when we have given ourselves-
body, mind, intellect, thoughts
dreams, hope, souls also,
to each other in love
when there is faith, equal or more
when there is trust, equal or more
when there is certainty that
one would do as much or even more
where have these seeds of boudt
(i dont want to even say it)
found ground to sprout upon
lets not have anything to do with them
pick the sickle of love, weed out them.
Simply Beautiful!
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