Poem with emotion

One day I stood on the bank of the Thames for a while, to write a poem with emotion. Ya Allah, it was so cold! I forgot about the poetry and got busy with the tea. Fortunately my wife was with me. I whispered in her ear, I am having goose-flesh, we need to run or will be frozen by wintery breeze and I will be gobsmacked if I look at any rich man’s wife or a beautiful young woman.

© Mohammed Abdulhaque

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