A Great Business Deal

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You made it feel like just a deal,

While I dreamed of a home, something real.

For you, it was just a passing word,

For me, it was love, deep and unheard.


I gave my heart, I gave my years,

And see how I am left with all silent tears.

I feel unloved, I feel so compromised,

Is this the same love that once gave me butterflies?


I don’t blame you, I don’t blame me,

Maybe it’s fate, maybe destiny.

They say true love fights the world with pride,

Never lets fear or distance divide.


But I sit here, my heart still breaking,

While promises feel like deals in the making.

I say yes, I give and bend,

Do I still need to wait to call me your end?


Will I ever be the name you say,

To your world, in a proud display?

You think there’s time, and you can’t see,

You might miss the chance, I may no longer be.


Monira Rahman Bhuiya

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