My Luck Doesn’t Favor

Who will keep me cozy like a teapot
Who will adore even my beauty spot?

I feel so cool as if I am in arctic region
I need her so sternly in my every season.

Who will give me hope when I feel depressed?
Who will help me out when I am oppressed?

I make efforts so hard but my luck doesn’t favor
Now-a-days it seems we are two shores of a river!

poem by Asif Andalib
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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