by Saubia Fatima
(Hyderabad, Telangana, India)
Without you, this home looks so vacant,
Everyone else is here but you are absent.
When we meet, we fight, we defend,
We enjoy as we are forever friends.
When you say that your holidays come to an end,
I start missing you that very moment
You leave till the moment you return.
After you leave, I start to dislike the weekend
Because all the time, alone I have to spend.
This poem which I have penned
Is for all the best times which we have spent.
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