Conjugal Life A Game Of Ping Pong Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Conjugal Life A Game Of Ping Pong
Yes I was a wrong man to be loved,
yes, you committed a big mistake,
no, you were not a wrong woman to be loved,
no, I never commit a big mistake,
I was right and I am still right,
you were wrong and you are still wrong!
Love is a flower that can't spring in snows,
let the warm tears open the frozen windows
I am standing out in the deadly chills,
the windows are secured with the grills,
no bar for a hand shake no bar for a kiss,
and after a kiss you'll rush for the next bliss,
you'll yourself unlock the doors you have locked,
"You were the wrong man to be wrongly blocked."
I know a husband for a wife is always wrong!
Conjugal life is nothing but a game of Ping Pong! !
all are right all are wrong for the life and death song! ! ! this life, conjugal life for the husband and wife bed of the love though both of them can get it half cause of misunderstanding which kills the faithful link ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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