Vallentine's Day Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

I feel so lonely.
On my own.
Feel like the childrens clown.
The real me, hidden by makeup.

I should win gold or a cup.
For never being admired by anyone at all.
Ever wandering fool searching for love.

A mutual love not fast love.
leanrt from the past my mistake.
I raise a glass to my man, fellow.
For you have a love not to take fro granted.
Meanwhile, foolish lover lies driunk.
In the gutter, never be loved by woman.
For the gentleman I am.



I Siddiqi 14.02.09