Rooms to go
O Monami! Fiancé these days!
They forgot to pick wrought iron
In their unsung Mays!
In seasons, they sprinkled
In salts they tried,
In their secret recipes
Even my Clover died!
PS. It is still poetry!
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2024
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