Honny Zubedi (Jan.30th.1961./Jun.4th.1982. / Karachi, Pakistan.)
Everything is very fresh and green;
But by your eyes they can't be seen.
Oh! why are n't you here with me darling;
The grass, trees and flowers too are complaining.
The cool spring at the mountain's base;
Into the brook, it's water flows with such grace.
Darling if only you'd listen to my heart;
Living the life, wont be so hard.
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