You have asked for the last word
Judgment thou sought
From whose chest
You pull out the last arrow
Holding the flood of blood
In vain thy cries who hold truth
"I am the truth"
What ever you might say
Burn me not in the aloes of love
The aroma intoxicates
The vicinity
This whole being then broke itself
At stake was the victory of love
Islamabad
27/3/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This whole being then broke itself At stake was the victory of love Beautiful tale in strong voice.