Mat intezar krvao humse itna, ki waqt k faisloon pe tumhe b afsos ho jaye,
kal kya pta tum baat krn Even The Wild Storm Become
Tiny Pat On Me?
When I Think Of yEw
Even The Dried Flowers Become
More Fragrant ? When I Dream Of yEw
The Sharpen Stones On My Ways
Become Shining Sands....
The Broken Pieces Of My Mind
Become Glittering Stars. The Tiny Hut Of Mine Become
Glazing Shrines. When I Touch You
The Shining Dimples In Your Cheek
Become Golden Clues. The Greedy Rosy Lips Become
Shivering Peg Of Wines
And I Can’t, I Can’t Tell yEw More
And More, I Want To Keep
Those Very Close To My Mind......
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