—— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Nasim Khan
He grew flowers,
And then it dawned on him,
Blooming of the heart,
Is not the same,
He grew flowers,
And then it dawned on him,
Blooming of the heart,
Is not the same,
I’ve three roles to play:
The first one is of a young man
Who now talks to none.
He doesn’t even ask himself
A memory,
Can grab you by the collar,
Get you fired,
Reminding you your worth,