โโย POEM ๐๐ 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,
Iโve three roles to play:
The first one is of a young man
Who now talks to none.
He doesnโt even ask himself