I won't hold your hands in public,
And your brewed lips publicly I won't lick,
I won't call you every hour,
Just to ascertain my love power.
I promise not to go through your messages,
I promise to be with you for ages.
And if you die before me,
I won't waste my time crying,
Because at the very moment you are dead,
Consider me a clump of matter too.
©Abduljabarr Mahabub
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