Agar barf girthi hai
Girthi rahe
Aakhir kaar us ko
Thamazat ki yalghaar mein
Yoon pigalna hai
Kuch aisi waaraftagi se pigalna hai
Jaisey na pigli
Tho pathar ki ho jaaye gi.
- Ahmad N. Qasmi
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if snow falls
let it be.
under the assault of
heat it will melt
in ecstasy, ultimately.
lest it turns into
a cold stone.
Your cold glances
how long will they last
when I hold you in my arms
plant kisses on your cheeks
lips, and gently raise to your
soft breasts my palms?
in a moment you will melt
like a praire fresh fallen snow...
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