100 days

The newspaper boy doesn't sell papers anymore
But I saw him selling peanuts and toffees
You and me had the last lunch together
not knowing
Next moment we were not anymore
Will take a hundred days perhaps
To let your perfume go....forever.



Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2025-08-17 at 15:08

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