Dear diary,
The form it takes is of poetry
I was walking on a lonely road
I thought about the love he showed
His every touch meaning ecstasy
His chocolate lips be so tasty
Today all of it is just a memory
His concern no more left; in the hearts treasury
A broken glass that I've become
Now waiting for him to come
His voice which is music to my ears
The tease's we got from our peers
The lover's-tiff we had overcome
Now waiting for him to come
Swayam a name that I chanted
His passion for me; leaving me enchanted
The hugs in between us we welcomed
Now waiting for him to come
My cries now left unseen
Coming together only a dream
But still I'm waiting for him to come
Only waiting for him to come
Love,
Sharon
I have no clue why am I writing so many OS 🤔
But still hope you all liked it. Sorry if the poem isn't good 😳
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Anupamaa
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