The tourist comes to
my country
We accommodate every
thing for them
A last girl in bus, I
stopped
With gazing towards
her
Ask her what your name
She smile with pushing
Speck towards her head.
A best friend I make to
her
She also likes my
friendship,
I think I am in love.
I simply express
myself to her,
With the winking of
eyes.
I seem she understand
my sign.
Getting in emotion, I
ask
Her for date.
Wonder she slap me
As shown as hate.
I come to whip
Then she kisses me
Why you make me to wait
Why are you getting so
late
That’s my first date.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 25.06.2011.
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