My Shukkus
Far away on the destiny
I met a person who was not so funny
Calm and silent world, he would like
I knew he was not crazy as Mike
Peace was in his eyes, heart was stoned
At mornings 5: 30 he phoned
The light of his words, I felt dreamy
His thoughts are warm and steamy
Reach of stars which scattered the sky are in his thoughts
Wind of feelings touched my face against all the noughts
Parents named him as shukkur
For me he is much more secure
I liked him double and mixed
Our funny friendship was always fixed
poem by Monica kulal
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