Poem

My poetry is for the whole world
Little of it is just to feel my dear
Some pains be heartlovers
To get rid of all pains is unfair

We use our tongue as ignition
But God made it just a firefighter
These dreams hurt us after dreaming
Otherwise they are our bow decorator

I think different to your arms
They are just to bangles wear
These poems and magazines, Imran!
They are just to forget a stranger