I’m a boy
From a broken family,
Learned to love,
Learned to protect,
But, couldn’t learned to propose
To get someone’s love and care…
Although, even I know
I was born with love,
On the day when
The sky was filled with dove,
And, the rest were standing cold
Chewing something, maybe clove…
I grew up with the thoughts:
Love is blind,
So; we have to be kind,
Where difficulties couldn’t be find,
There’ll be sharing,
Everything with broad mind…
But now, I discover all from people;
Love is seen,
It can be get by asking,
And, it will be not a sin
If you turned after by end with breaking…
Because,
You will get the rose
By taking permission,
Now-a-days, which is called here as –
"Propose"…..
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