Again a limerick!

Though am not much into love and stuff but, found this in my archive so thought of sharing it here! Something i wrote back in college days!

 

He Kept me in the pocket of his ripped jeans,

The incident happened when I was in my pre-teens

It was just like a breath of fresh air,

It’s the time when, from those window panes, we use to share glares

Where I stood & waited for so long,

Because he told me to wait for him to come along!!

 

 

 

 

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