gule rukhsar Poems

wondering over my phonebook i searched
from my friendlist to my buddies i swerved
not a single name came across my sight
to whom i could open up my heart that night
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she is an ocean of pain
but her lips are laid with smile
she is a deep trench of dark stain
to which not everyone can descent
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she was her dad's best girl
apple of her mom's eye
always had a grade of A+
medal, cups ad stars high
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winter is on its peak
sun doing sneak peak
cool breeze sway swish rush
with fast moving gush
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they say we have seen the rose wilt
and reckoned how it suffers guilt
ashes into water
sand into bay
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i feel so numb
my words wither to another world
far away, off the track
is where my thoughts take me
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my lashes are still damp
my eyes are still wet
my thoughts are numb
my lips are trembling
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is it a fantasy?
or is it a dream?
am i lost?
or am i dreaming?
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asked the lil girl
is it what relies on age?
said O you lil doll
it doth depend on age
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When i wake and rise
musing over the world around
i see them, they are books
a big array of them
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