A Pure Slave Poem by Sayeed Abubakar
A Pure Slave
Often I swear, I won't
Let her enter my heart!
Breaking down that resolve,
My foolish phone reaches her every day.
Those who love lament laying down their hearts
Under their beloveds' soft feet.
Truly, love makes a man
A perfect coward, a great fool
And a pure slave.
Excellent idea! Really it is a strange feeling and certainly true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/9/2024 6:28:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
When you are ready To surrender everything For your Love, It becomes divine. beautiful poem