Farhad
Cold
I am as is wind
At the crest, Himalaya
Frozen
I am as is storm
Carrying in it the hails
Dead
I am even when
You see me eat, running
This
Is homeless
Me or not, in/out begging
Love
Is my want
Sex, if ever, a part of it
Warmth
Is what I seek
In closed heart with blood
Mirror
That truthful
Is what I hate, run-away of
Therefore
Continue and
Keep singing the sad song
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A lovely write with beautiful words // Continue and Keep singing the sad song thank sir read I learnt to laugh in grief I hope you will enjoy It is youe taste that is mine