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Comments about Aleem Yousaf
Earth has disguised itself in such a grace,
That nowadays it shows to me but only your face
Whether it is morning or noon or night,
Whatever I think or see, mocks to me your sight
I, a man of estranged nerves and of anger and rage,
Now aspirng myself to occupy the stage
To tell you whatever I whish and think;
With a mute voice and eyes devoid of a blink
And then I would beseech you to give me your hand,
So that I could embark upon such a land
Where birds chirp and fancy leaps
Where no one cries or mourns to weep;
Accept my request so that I could show,...