Wet Spots

You are only reality I know

Treasure of my dreams

And scent of my life.


You are habit of my soul

Worship, adoration, and esteem.

How can I leave you, my life.


Why do you look into mirror

Even you are more beautiful than yourself.

I’m alive just to make you my wife.


This poem is about to an end

My all the sacrifices are just for you

Yes, you are my only love.


©Shuhab abro

Published by Shuhab abro

Fearless fighter

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