Myy Soldier Boyfriend Poem by bushra soomro

i see you in a hide
but i don't again a fight
you are talking like a army
but am not your soldier baby
you can't give me any gift
then i met u in other shift
i am waiting several months
finally you come with heavy guns
your voice makes me fairy
then i look, like a cherry
when you touch my checks
then i feel like a chicks
i don't like your dirty phone
when you are talking with heavy tones
but you are sun, am your rays
if you are moon, then am your shade
if you are sand, then am your grains
if you are sea, then am your fish because
i am incomplete, with out you