Sonnet 5: It Was She Poem by Banik Rai
Sonnet 5: It Was She
I was the boy, quite happy
But scruffy, rather than smart
I don't cry what if she
Played with my brittle heart?
I chuckle and wonder, how
I loved but you never knew
Here I'm, where's gone your vow?
Oh! Why I'm asking this to you?
Why at all had you come
If finally were to go?
It hurts much... my chum
I wish you could know
May this brings no tears in your eyes
Which seem innocent but full of lies
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5/6/2024 7:43:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Good sense. You may like to read my ars poetica (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks