Dear bhaiya,my dear bro
You don't have to grow or throw
Its a thing just sitting there
Open your eyes,widen eye brows
Honest want,asked for it
Believe,it came after lot of grit
As I sit here,you there
Our hearts meet online,somewhere
Send me quick,the gift I want
Asking again,it ain't that gaunt
Weather wither,days go by
My heart waits, ever so shy
The blue kart that flip
Online mart, gives me blips
It ain't a task,difficult too
In advance I send thank you!
Tags:
Sign In
to know Author
- ARPIT GOEL