Jahan zaib Poems
After that day of our departure,
I gave my soul nothing but torture,
Calling you to memory all the time,
Made my moments the most sublime,
You were here with me like the sun of dawn,
Sat I looking you ending in smoke every plan,
How can I stop you, knowing no way no reason,
To have forever in my heart a lily, rose' season,
Is this my fate this my destiny? Looted and in despair,
Or with your hand will my hand be ever in pair?
Will ever my tired head rest on your soft arm,
Will my name be written ever on your white palm?
I have a hope ...
You Mean To Me
Think and Think deeply of time
When you are standing and standing alone
Holding hands open for the prime
Next of kin, in the pleading tone
Not wanting to lose the hand
Remained that ever you needed to hold
Hard was for you to walk on land
Made you he walk and he made you bold