Poem: And I can recognize her loud

There were twenty-one people in the crowd,
And I can recognize her loud

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As She was whispering her friends
and I guess it’s all about trends
I am not well aware of fashion but,
For her, I try to attend

He is So confident she utters,
but I am not in front of her
and whenever my feelings I share,
A bad listener she appears …

The hidden facts needed to yell
she & I agree to tell
as both are tired of love,
The love we experienced like a hell

but still, my thoughts are bound
unable to forget the things were around
There were twenty-one People in the crowd,
and I can recognize her loud

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