Blowing Air Poem by Shaunak Chakraborty

Blowing Air



My dear friend
dearest of all,
yes, you the air
come to me
without any call.

When I feel hot
You cool me,
When I feel alone
You join me.

You are my life
I breath because of you,
so you are my best friend
god give such friends, only few.

Sunday, April 14, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: rhyme,rhyme royal
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