Departured Heart... Poem by Alif Mehar

Departured Heart...



I'm writing words of love from here, you are writing chapters of hatred from there.
I write reward of every moment from here ٫you wrote punishment everyday from there...

Sometimes, there is an interval of thousand years,
Sometimes, there is a moment of centuries.
It's very difficult to write the envy of mistakes in the path of faith...

Whenever you pass through the desert, you will see something wet somewhere.
So write your memories with sand, and write my tears with water...

He is a sunlight, he is gentle, he is a harbinger of grief.
He is the flower of my garden,
I wrote him always a 'ROSE '...

This is my hymn on the lips of the wounded corpse,
To give him the name of a butler, to write wine for the blood of my heart...

The story of beauty and love is only separation and separation.
You should write the syllabus of love only after seeing my sacrifices....

Mehar un Nisa

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