Raat Beet Jane Doe Poem by me poet yeps poet

Let the night be the bosom friend of the romantic darkness No hurt in this heart but the wounded feelings suffer on the flame of love waiting for the rising sun to show the path of returning thru the lanes of breaths there are bloomed many flowers let the autumnal dew come to shower the twin souls in the bridal chamber thoroughly.......

Shabdon ka naaw khash Banaya hai aapne Jissme se kuch na kuch to Nikal he jata har pal In kore kagazoon ko rangne. Bus itna hi sahi Chott to chott hota hai Kya chota kya bada Sab dard to karta he hai. Waqt do ghaw ko bharne ke liye Pareshani bhi ho jayega kam Marz bhi bhool jayega aapna gum Bus duwa dawa ke saath ho wo khas jam.