The myth of the curl of hair
The lips how they look like cups
Eyes that has the color of wine
Gazelle that once in my garden
Rose why withered on my palm
Fate why like lightening and thunder
Whisper not so loud to listen
Lament that had not reached the wall
My fingers did not touch the stone
Soft breeze on my burning soul
Hermit no more an illumination
Why red and black my color turned
Breathing so fast my heart pounded
I explained all in just few words
I who took ages to know
Islamabad
17/2/2010
well explained the unreasonable doubts...this is nicely done...poetic...so poetic...
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Breathing so fast my heart pounded I explained all in just few words I who took ages to know Very impressive poetic style and imaginations.