Ayesha Shahid

I hear the winds blow leaves by
They strike and tease my skin
The pain in my heart growing more
The struggling leaves come in
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Hey! You were an ideal of mine
When you were smart, sincere and kind
But when you joined, the crowd of jerks
I thought I joined, a street circus
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Now and then I think, adhere
This rancorous world forever, here
All and sundry enters, parts
Pleasure is their goal, Alas!
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Now I'm writing on this page again
Completing the tale my heart began
I try my best not to cry
Letting it all go with a sigh
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In the dark night; the stars, they shine
Oh I wished that you were mine
The moon is blooming in the dark
Now my love-history, at last
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You in my life, with or without, is the same
Exhilarating the past, the future with fame

We met and you said you were fine
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Is this how you portray me
Am I a poet to you?
Have I become the subject of
A love that once was true
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