Aabid Masroor

Veteran Poet - 1,677 Points (21/06/1992 / Kashmir)

Love Song

Sometimes, long somehow
Near the flowing river, bend so wide
Curves behind the tree that grow upon
That bank to touch the smooth love currents
In the calm full moon light and let
Her come to me, somehow

In my fairyland, where I shall grow old with you let
Her come to me, somehow

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