May 1, 2006 in poetry

LISTENER Since young I only have one listener Every predicament he always listens   During childhood I called him pencil Grammar was not good but he listened to me well   And when I grew up I called him Pen Words are well written, he enjoyed listening   I live my life with one listener, no one listens nor understands No one knows nor believes but listener wrote my being 05/-1/06 4:22pm   Share on […]