by Sayed Ahmed

I dedicate this little poem to all infatuated teens!

Meeting in the parks sitting on the rocks

Holding hand in hand and walking by the pond

Sensing little danger and hiding from the stranger

Splitting on the way and calling it a day

Waiting for tomorrow With heart full of sorrow !

This was my routine till I was a teen
They put me in the college to gain some extra knowledge
There I found a beehive and found another queen !

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