The Loafer's Home Poem by Puja Chakraborty
The Loafer's Home
Without sugar, like a cup of tea,
My heart without you, nothing is meant to be.
I wander like a bee,
Everything is empty to see.
You are my warm winter,
red spring, and rainy summer.
My comfort zone, the loafer's home,
You are my precious stone.
The supreme element of my inspiration.
You are only my imagination.
Friday, March 28, 2025
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