Asif Andalib

Rookie (27 November 1967 / Moez Monzil, Komlapur, Faridpur, Bangladesh)

A Bed Of Thorn - Poem by Asif Andalib

Baby my life is like a bed of thorn
If I had a choice I would not be born.

Oh my love is like a bad heartache
It reminds me always what I lack.

Oh my eyes are like thirsty sand
No one gives me her tender hand.

Oh my nights are full of sleeplessness
Cause my everything is in a mess.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, October 31, 2011

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