No one likes me,
Except them.
No one hugs me,
Except them.
No one wants me,
Except them.
No one slaps me,
Except them.
No one kisses me,
Except them.
No one is there for me,
Except them.
No one believes me,
Except them.
I also believe no one,
Except them.
I am also no one,
Except them.
They are my Parents,
Who will remain as my most precious gifts ,
Untill I convert to ashes.
My Last Friends
Satyaprajna Das
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 05/30/2020
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