Comments about Danish Shakeel
Blessing Turned A Curse-I
What is it that once meliorated my wounds;
makes them burn now.
Is it your beauty or the darker-side;
Your beauty once a blessing,
Now I pray for a curse, but not thine love.
What is it that once made me sound;
Infatuates me now,
Your glabrous body and your beautiful soul,
Now turned so ugly and poignant.
The flecks of murther of my soul,
so visible on your hands.
Don't show them to this world,
For the world still be amiss the love.
The tale now capsized,
I am done with words, done with love;
Now I ...