Birthdays give me anxiety.
You don’t tell me yours;
I don’t tell you mine.
Let us continue and make each day the best
If you feel that’s fine.
Once a month, a reasonably deep conversation,
Red roses for the weekend —
Mixed efforts to maintain our love, respect, and obsession.
A home made by us, only for us.
Garden in the yard.
Not exactly in the city but not too far,
So we can connect or disconnect with people
However, we feel— when life gets hard.
– Mst. Sumaiya
