Jul 10, 2019
My unsaid poem
He wasn’t a hero
neither was he any zero
He’s one who’s name I bear,
He’s the one who gave me my features.
I have his glimpse says all to me,
But i still miss that look like me.
When some one talks about it,
I miss that face and all that with it.
Through the good times and bad,
its only the memories now which I have.
I miss that I dont have an guardian angle…
When they say girls are more…
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