My Good Old Sticker

Stickers with pictures so fair
To childhood adhere.
Stickers of pleasure,
Fade as childhood fade.
Being spotted my good old sticker
With red rose in a drawer,
Reborn the lost love for sticker.
A warm gift, secretly presented:
Nothing else I had got, and she had possessed.
Though my sticker
Is faded and fragile,
Never to burn it I decided;
Busy with someone somewhere;
To burn, sweet, but in vain.

poem by Fabiyas M V
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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