Immature Love

Written by - Md Foisal Miah Talukdar

Bluebells on the hill, reminds me to feel
Those moments with you in the wood,
which you never understood.
Recall the time, while eating wild berry
Holding my hand, you promised to marry
Though pine is still there for witness is to bear
But you’ve proved it that you really don’t care
Giving me pain, nothing you can gain
It can be the only subject to others entertain
I'm still waiting for you, standing in there
Expecting you to get rid of this nightmare

By Md Foisal Miah Talukdar

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