The four men
HudaFatimaI was little and would dress myself in his long sleeve shirts,
Pretend carrying the thick books from his shelves,
He was my Daddy and I was his girl,
He had carried me around on his shoulder and let me sleep an hour more before school,
He corrected my homework and tied my hair,
He use to get me presents and took me everywhere he went,
On holidays, his room was my heaven
I had spent hours going through his shelves
I had watched him with loving eye when he dedicated his attention to his shoe collection
I had hid my favourites in his wardrobe in between his shirts and coats
We ate my favourite veggies for supper and he had fed me his bites
He showed me how being kind and humble felt
So when today I don't have him to tell me how to behave
I sit by his side where he rests
There's this thing he does
Where he tells me he is here by showing me those leaves out of no where falling on his chest
I pick them one by one and carry them with me wherever I stay
That's how I know he is near
That's how I know he still cares
Second world be my sibling dear
He acts like my parent and I fight with him like a bear
We derive each other mad and take care of one and another
No matter what he is always there
He is family and I hope that never changes
Third is this pretty boy I had met
He was my friend from school
Oh ! He was so sweet and dear
He always cared of how I felt
We faught with chalks
And I had poured all the powder in his hair
He had this strange writing
When any one borrowed his notes
I had to read it to them what he wrote
He loved football and art was his favourite game
He was smart in head but so lazy at work
We spent our holiday too on phone and I still clearly remember his contact info 242524 /241069
We had our share of fights and he was egostic so I had to make up every time
But he always had my back and would watch out for me
And no it was nothing romantic
He was my best guy friend from my school days
Fourth would be this guy I met online
He was full of smart words and wise talk
He sounded sweet and simple
He felt generous at heart
He was nothing boastful
So I got hooked on to his every art
He became my bestest pal
And some time later I lost my heart
He had filled me with laughs
And all I had wanted to grow up to be just like him
Dedicated and smart
I had loved him with whatever I had
He made me feel bright and alright when things went in crowd
Now that he is not mine to love and hold
I wait for my 5th man
To come and fill me again
With love and care
To ease my pain and tell me that it's gonna be great
And I can't wait to give him all that I got
Which is nothing big but my love
To read him my favourite quotes and tell him how happy I'm
To soak his sleeves in my tears and watch him when he pulls me near
To hug him and tell him my fears
My love oh how ! You are so dear
To look into his eyes and touch his silent words
To stand by him and ask of him nothing but love
Author Notes: If you are lucky to have the right men , life is all colours and cheers.
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