Lekhny post -17-Feb-2022
The world know not am not a loner,
My lucky heart got an owner,
Yet its like words are my doner
Everyone thinks im a weak stalk,
And none to carry me when i cant walk,
Im always busy and time makes me silent i cant talk,
Its seems a tale but its the root tail of the folk,
I dont support the world of love,
It seems i was rebelled and rejected like a black dove,
Or walked by and never had a fall for someone,
No dont join the dots of a poetess
Nor should you guess on a broke line
