What you made me
In spite of my aim
I got sticked on your body
Creeping like a Virginia creeper.
Middle in the zebra cross of life
My dream got paused
And you are not there
To place it in the play mode.
How long can I wait you
In this creepy situation
Is this a contemplation of love ?
If not , apart me from your body
And cremate me
I can't live an attraction.
Publised on hamrodesh.com
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