I will be settled in the imagination,
I will be hummed in the gathering of poetry...
I will be smelled like the first buds,
Like a flower, i will be decorated on my shrine...
I am a mirror, i live in a mirror makin,
I will be shown before the interpretation of the dream...
Don't think! How am i in your presence?
Even without intention, i will be brought to your party...
I am written on the sand, the story is painful,
I am a song of horror, i will be heard in the desert of dread...
I will see later, how many sorrows have melted away,
I am the candle of association and will be burnt first...
I am speechless, how can i express pain and sorrow,
I am just like a feeling, i will be found into tones...
Alif Mehar-un-nisa
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"I am speechless, how can i express pain and sorrow, "… lovely piece of poetry.