You are not here,
It is a different thing.
You are not here,
It is a separate thing.
Because I can have your manifestation,
And I can have them anytime,
Enjoying Krispy Kreme Doughnuts.
You do not love me,
It is a strange thing.
Nor do I love you,
It is a sad thing.
But my feelings are not dead like yours,
And I can revive them anytime,
Eating Krispy Kreme Doughnuts.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 3:34 AM UTC
You are not here,
It is a different thing.
You are not here,
It is a separate thing.
Because I can have your manifestation,
And I can have them anytime,
Enjoying Krispy Kreme Doughnuts.
You do not love me,
It is a strange thing.
Nor do I love you,
It is a sad thing.
But my feelings are not dead like yours,
And I can revive them anytime,
Eating Krispy Kreme Doughnuts.
My mum had been to Bengaluru, she brought doughnuts for me while returning via New Delhi.
She bought them for me from DLF Promenade shopping mall where an outlet of Krispy Kreme Doughnuts closest to the IGI airport, New Delhi is present.
My HP Poem #1419
©Atul Kaushal
