Being tired of my heart who kept me helpless,
The naughtiest part of my body that ruled me,
The dictator who all night kept me sleepless,
When I objected the Injustice overruled me.
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Of course, a naughty poem but since it is devoted to love, it is lovely with a captivating narrative. Thanks to the role played by winter showers. Feelers touched her eyes, read waves of the beats, The maid is also looking for a blind Cupid raid.
Very well written and I love how you've managed to make a cockroach appealing, that in itself is brilliant :) If one good thing came out of the heavy rainfall in Karachi that day, it was this poem :)
A beautiful poem lovingly penned for the dearest and nearest. Beautifully crafted and well executed write.