The End Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

The End



The affair advanced,
In such a way,
He sent me a rose,
I opened the book,
Placed amid the leaves,
And kept it hidden
From all spying eyes.
At last it happened
There remained behind,
Nothing else except,
Some dried petals, and a little
Perceptible fragrance.

By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar

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