Plethora of aesthetic emotions,
within someone's words,
and You reply, "Nice Read :)",
making them random forwards.
Neither adoration to His creation,
Nor any couplet from poetic soul,
No flattery, no filthy flirts,
But forwarding just peculiar forwards.
A fresh for morning and lazy one for night,
I spared hours for browsing them online,
Even sometimes, I bugged my friends,
"Please send some forwards just one last time."
Feelings became forwards, forwards became chats,
and heaps of flowing words blushing on my pad,
centuries of forwards, occupying my cell phone,
Will you be my lover for this century if not more?
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