All day I dream and pray,
that she must not betray,
because these day, my love becomes less,
thats why with her I can't face.
Why my view always flickers,
and my grandeur towards elegants,
because there in my neighbour,
an another girl became my'want'.
But I want to keep both antiques,
as both of them are beautiful and rich.
My pray seems to be quite hippocratic,
always I tried to be a little emphatic.
One of them is likely to be moon,
and other is xerox of moon.
Here I am in great thick and thin,
that infront of whom, I have to lean.
Sometimes i became troublesome,
in recognizing both of them,
as they are like synonyms,
but i think, soon they will became antonyms.
And when these two'item'bombs introduced,
then defenitely bulb of my life will be fused.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Love and life! Beautiful and rich when, the right thing is done. Nice work.